Last Thursday, I went out a bought myself a new pair of shoes. Figured what the hell; soles were almost wore through on the pair I had bought last year. No big deal right? Feck, I thought so until the next day. It was my ex-wife’s birthday and I figured I would take her and the two girls out for dinner, kinda one of those things we never did much of when we were married.
As I was getting dressed to leave the house, I looked at my old shoes ( the worn out ones) and said WTF might as well wear you one more time. Already had the ex-wife, might as well not make you ex-shoes just yet. Still no big deal until all four of us are sitting waiting for a table at the local Olive Garden. We were sitting on a bench in between two sets of double doors, all of which were closed at the time. As we were talking, I heard a noise from behind the inside set of doors sounded like someone had spilled a giant cup full of soda or something on the floor. I heard a commotion and then the words “get him outside.”
Feck, just as I heard that, a woman pushes a pale little boy out the door who looked at me and then let it fly! Holy shit, had his head spun around you would have swore it was Rosemary’s baby. Suffice to say, before he got out the door, he managed to coat my old pair of shoes with whatever he had for dinner. Could definitely tell it was past though. Regardless, I felt sorry for kid, but more so, I learned a valuable lesson. When having dinner with ex, always wear an old pair of shoes cause it could happen.
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