It was 12:35am when the cab chirped out. I made my way up the stairs and softly opened the front door. Once inside I tiptoed into the kitchen to grab a quick bite. The light from the fridge lit up the whole room and I could see that she was seated at the table behind me. A bottle of Bombay Sapphire in her hand.
She lashed right in...
Where the hell have you been?
I was out with with the work crowd. We made a run for the border.
Typical. So, fucking, typical.
Yeah, I suppose it is fucking typical!
Well I hope you're happy?
I'm at peace with the choices I have made.
And would you mind telling me what you had?
2 Gordita Supremes, a Big Beef Mexi-melt with rancho dipping sauce...
I'm filing for divorce in the morning.
I know. Somehow I've always known.
She took a large sloppy gulp of gin, then extended her middle finger in my direction and belched.
When I turned back to check the fridge I noticed we were all out of egg salad. Bummed out and still hungry I made my way to the guest room. There were no sheets on the bed so I made a pillow with my jacket, rubbed one out and then hit the sack.
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