date night

friday. date night. where should we go? oh okay, zupas it is. he drives, she wears red sweatpants and a ponytail, cause they've been married awhile and she has clearly let herself go. they still hold hands, though, and tease each other while waiting in line. then the wife notices that she knows the guy in line just ahead of them. "look travis, we had class last semester! we were friends!" she decides to surprise the guy by pretending to be very angry. "excuse me," she growls, "could you move it along please? some of us are hungry." then she stares him down to his soul, waiting for that spark of recognition once he remembers her.

he's confused. and the wife realizes that maybe she isn't as memorable as she thinks.

"oh um, sorry i'll hurry." the guy from class stutters. he doesn't remember the four months of sitting near each other, describing his girlfriend to her, the ring he has made for her, hearing about her husband, and so forth. the wife is embarrassed to the core.

"don't you remember me!? from your class?" she shrieks. he looks nervous that she might make a sudden move. meanwhile his girlfriend stares the wife down, get up off my man, beezy! she thinks. the wife feels even more awkward and says, "oh you must be the girlfriend! i have heard so much about you!" then mumbles to the guy, "did you propose yet?" to which he looks horrified that the girlfriend will overhear and shakes his head, no.

then the people in line behind are impatient and the guy and the girlfriend have paid and left.

the husband shakes his head at the wife and wonders aloud, "why does this always seem to happen with you?" but he is smiling at her.