What do you do when you are driving through an obscure plaza parking lot and you see your husband's car parked in front of a restaurant nowhere near his office? First you pull over and look in the car to make sure you aren't dreaming. Then you do what I did. Park. Put on lipstick. Fix your hair. And you go in to see who the heck your husband is having lunch with.
Don't act all shocked. You would do the same thing. Granted, after my initial horror I remembered Jason said he was going to go out to lunch with a fellow co-worker visiting from Texas. And it was one of his favorite restaurants, so I shouldn't have been all that surprised. But still. What was the name of the other person??? Chris??? Was that Christopher or Christine?? So I did what any woman would do. I went in to find out.
I spied them in a quiet, secluded booth in the corner. I walked up to the table and Jason's guest looked at me with a "who is this crazy woman?" face. I smiled and said "Hi, I'm Jason's wife." You should have seen the look on Jason's face. Priceless. It's not like we live in a tiny town, just a very very odd coincidence that I was at the same place at the same time. We had a good laugh, and once Jason recovered he slid over for me to join them. I didn't stay long, but just chatted with them for a few minutes. Turns out the other guy grew up in the same town I did when I was little and went to school with my older brothers and sisters. Small world.
Small world indeed. Better watch your back! Wifey is watching!
1 comment:
Hilarious!
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