Many moons ago, my telephone rang extremely late. Only one person would do this to me…Laurie, my closest high school friend who forever tried to convert me into a happy night owl like herself.
In a panicked tone, she said, “You will NEVER guess who I saw out at Bennigan’s tonight kissing someone. This is gonna be a scandal?”
I yawn. “Ok, who?”
“Jeff! Marggy’s Jeff. You have to tell her!”
“Noooooooo. Why me?”
“Because you’re way better friends with her” Just so happens I roomed with her in college.
“But YOU saw him. Are you ABSOLUTELY sure it was Jeff?!” He has distinctive white blonde hair.
I already knew the answer. Damn. This was going to be huge.
I lie awake the entire night because Marggy was one of my best friends and I, quite possibly, was about to devastate her.
AND we had planned to take off work the next afternoon to golf.
My usual hour commute the next morning seemed brutally long due to extreme nauseousness. After careful thought, and without putting it off, this is what I did the minute I walked into my office.
“Jeff! Hey it’s Gina. Were you at Bennigan’s last night with a girl?”
“Someone saw you.”
“Here’s the deal. You tell Marggy this morning or I tell her this afternoon. Sound fair?” Click!
An hour later, Marggy called me and said,
“We aren’t going to golf today (I figured). I also need to tell you Jeff’s not the only one having an affair.”
I hung up the telephone without a single word…
scan·dal noun \ˈskan-dəl\
3 a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it