“Sometimes the truth can be
“Are you kidding me?” I thought to myself. Not only was he married…he was trying to hide it by taking his ring off. What a complete idiot!! Didn’t he see the white band?
I tried to shoot a ‘look’ at Franny so she could also notice the tell-tale white circle but her head was down as she was digging out her wallet from her purse
“Hi, folks…got to see those IDs you know. Don’t want to lose my license serving any underage kids.” The bartender said all cheery-like…
I should have appreciated this moment…especially after my stellar performance…but now…not so much.
After checking everyone else’s IDs, the owner looked over at me.
“How about you, dear…” the bartender asked.
“I’m just having a Coke.” I said flatly.
“Oh. Okay then, I’ll bring those drinks right over. Enjoy your food and thanks for coming in…usually Saturday afternoons are pretty quiet around here.”
Polite chit chat with the owner filled the air for a couple of minutes and then he left.
Franny was all smiles and happy…apparently Bob was beginning to tell her some witty little story. She leaned in to listen to him and I couldn’t catch her eye.
“You know…” Hank turned to me and started to say something but I gave him a tight, even smile and put up my hand to stop him and then said to Franny…
“Come to the ladies’ room with me, okay?”
My tone was more of a friendly order than a request.
“Huh? Oh, sure,” Franny said, giving Bob an apologetic look since he was in the middle of his story.
Hank stood so I could get out…such a polite, nice…married man. I think he said something to me but I paid no attention. I just walked toward the “Restrooms” sign.
“What’s up?” asked Franny when the door had closed behind us. I checked to make sure no one else was in the stalls…then I whispered to Franny…I don’t know why I whispered…
He’s “married!” That’s what’s up.” I said…while looking in the mirror to check out my hair. “What a creep!”
“How do you know?” asked Franny…who was also checking her hair in the mirror. We were such “girls”.
“When we get back, look at his left hand and see the little white band of ‘non-tanned’ skin on his third finger.” I said while pointing to my left hand.
“Nooooo!!” I can’t believe it!” exclaimed Franny. “I’m so sorry, Cooper.” She put her hand on my arm.
“What kind of guy goes around picking up girls when he’s married! What a jerk! He probably even has kids!!” continued Franny.
Oh, that comment made me feel good…I hadn’t even thought about that…a little ‘Hank’ running around somewhere…waiting for his “ratty daddy” to come home…
“Well,” said Franny. “I’m pretty sure Bob’s not married…at least I hope not…I’m going out with him Tuesday night.”
“Dinner at Charlie’s Cafe and then we’re going to see that new film, “The Russians Are coming, The Russians Are Coming”. I heard it’s really funny. I’ll have to check his left hand when we get back, to see if he has any tell-tale ring marks…”
I looked at her reflection in the mirror and she was turning her head from side to side…admiring her new haircut…which was actually identical to mine. Franny was always so happy and positive. I was glad she was my best friend.
“Hey! What about your plans to hook up with ‘Roger’ later this afternoon?” I asked her. “Are you no longer interested in him?”
“Sure am! Absolutely!! But Bob is fun and super cute. I’ll see what happens. I just feel bad for you, Cooper. Are you going to say anything?”
“No…of course not. I mean…what can I say. I kind of picked him up…really…and we are just ‘riding around”…after all. But still…it is crummy.”
I put on some fresh lipstick…might as well look good anyway…and then we both headed back out into the restaurant.
“I hope the damn chicken is good.” I said and let the door bang shut behind me.