We're walking down the street, returning home from dinner. We run into a classmate of mine and his wife. E has never met either of them; I have never met the other woman.
The other woman. That sounds naughty.
Anyway, the conversation was going quite well until E says the following while my classmate was literally in mid-sentence:
"I'm sorry, but I'm pregnant and have to pee. It's time for Mike and I to go."
My proper wife, ladies and gentlemen. Not as bad as the other woman storming off without saying goodbye, but still not exactly Judith Martin.
The storming off may never have happened. They were actually quite delightful and wished E well in her bodily functions.
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