I’ve seen many train wrecks in my life. We’re talking the wreckage of all time, a few I’ve been involved with, but thankfully most of them have happen to the cabooses that surround me.
Like … I once knew this girl who gave a boy she liked 20 grand so he could start his own business. She felt it was an investment in their shared future. I remember asking her why considering the fact they had been “together” for six months and hadn’t had sex yet, or kissed, or even held hands. Since neither of them was part of some weird religion that required no pre-martial touching, I considered their relationship one of friendship, not a “til death do us part” arrangement. I was right, of course, he ran off with the money. I guess him and his “other” girlfriend needed it to start their lives together.
Needless to say, I fazed this girl out of my life. One because she was tragic – the above story is just one of many such tales her life seemed to generate. And two because she was one of those people that would keep you on the phone for 45 minutes and not ask one question or inquire about one thing you might be doing.
Two weeks ago I deleted her numbers from my cell phone. It’s been two years since she’s called, I figured I was safe. WRONG. Last night the phone rang and like a dummy I answered. 1.5 hours later I was off the phone, with tragedy ringing in my cauliflowered ear. Seems she has a new boyfriend but his crazy ex-wife is stalker her.
Some people love the wreck. I love caller ID.
CW
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