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Wednesday – The Perfect Couple
Jun. 10th, 2009 01:45 pm.
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I met my husband at a local Mexican restaurant last week after I got off work. It's a nice place in a secluded location, which means we can dine there in un-crowded comfort until the day they run out of money and realize they really should have opened a restaurant closes to the center of town, where all the other restaurants are. I spotted my husband and son sitting on the outdoor patio. As I walked toward them, I heard a man greet me by name.
I turned toward the other couple dining on the patio. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because the man said, "You don't recognize me, do you?"
I shook my head and told him no, I didn't.
( Mercy, what a mess. )
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I met my husband at a local Mexican restaurant last week after I got off work. It's a nice place in a secluded location, which means we can dine there in un-crowded comfort until the day they run out of money and realize they really should have opened a restaurant closes to the center of town, where all the other restaurants are. I spotted my husband and son sitting on the outdoor patio. As I walked toward them, I heard a man greet me by name.
I turned toward the other couple dining on the patio. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because the man said, "You don't recognize me, do you?"
I shook my head and told him no, I didn't.
( Mercy, what a mess. )
