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A Verizon Affair To Remember

After school I convinced myself to go to the gym.  So, naturally, I found myself getting a pedicure instead.  I was relaxing with my tootsies in the warm bubbly water when the woman across from me got a phone call.  She was clearly a model of etiquette because she took the call without hesitation or concern for the rest of us.  You could tell by the loud tone of her voice that she was initially confused; the caller was apparently a Verizon representative and had asked for her husband.  After a few moments she responded that she would stop by Verizon as soon as possible to discuss the matter because she, frankly, had no idea what the caller was talking about.  Hmmmm, a secret phone?  A number she didn't recognize?  Inconsistencies in the bill?  Maybe this guy is having a mid-life crisis.  Considering how much this lady talked (even when she wasn't on the phone) while I was trying to enjoy my foot massage maybe he's just fed up.  Maybe he's got a little somethin' somethin' going on and bought a phone for his chippy.  I think I may have witnessed a real-life version of every romantic comedy where the heroine has to get cheated on by the loser before she finds her true love.  A little tip -- if you're going to be a cheater, don't also be an idiot.  Don't buy your girlfriend a phone from the same place you bought your wife's phone!

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