Grabbing
his suit coat from the back seat and flinging it over his shoulder, we headed
for the parking garage elevator, which would whisk us to the 44th
floor restaurant with expansive city views. The Everest Room was way out of our
league but it was our first anniversary after all.
Just
as the elevator doors began opening, my husband straightened his tie and put on
the coat. A confused look crossed his face as the sleeves fell down to his
fingertips. Looking closely at his coat, then the pants and back.
“Honey,
they don’t match,” I said.
“Obviously,
this isn’t my suit coat,” he said as we headed in for our reservation.
“The
cleaners probably screwed it up.”
Sipping
our glass of wine, reminiscing about the past year and slightly melancholy we
weren’t technically “newlyweds” anymore, we dug through the coat pockets
looking for clues.
Voila!
Inside the breast pocket was a small stack of business card…in Japanese! My
husband is not small and these coat sleeves were 4 inches too long for him. It
must belong to the world’s tallest Japanese man.
I
turned the card over in my hand and read the translation.
“This
coat belongs to Bob McCarthy, Marketing Director, Waldorf Astoria, New York
City. How in the world would you have a suit coat belonging to someone from New
York?”
“I
was in New York two weeks ago visiting clients. Remember?”
“I
remember but how would you have his coat?”
“Well,
my customers wanted to go to a particular sports bar after dinner. It had half
court basketball. I played two-on-two against this really tall guy. We had our
coats off. Must have switched them on the way out. I’ll call him tomorrow to
see if he has mine.”
“What
sports bar?” I asked since I was travelling to New York a lot as well.
“Just
this popular place they wanted to go.”
“So
what’s it called?”
“Scores,
I think.”
“You
think? SCORES is the one Howard Stern
talks about all the time on the radio. The waitresses have huge boobs and they're
naked from the waist up.”
“Yeah,
that one. You’re going to New York in a few weeks. Maybe you could stop by the
Waldorf and swap coats for me.”
“So
you want me to return a coat you accidentally switched at a strip club while you were looking at boobs?”
“It's not a strip club. I hardly noticed the boobs. We were playing basketball.”
“Okaaaay. Set it up and I’ll decide if I can make time.”
Two
weeks later, I walked into a strange man’s office to exchange my husband’s suit
coat, which he absentmindedly swapped at a half naked sports bar.
“So
where'd the mix up happen anyway?” I nonchalantly asked the tall guy.
“Some
corner sports bar. I’m so happy to have it back. So is my wife!”
It
was then I realized I wasn’t a newlywed anymore and I was okay.
My
husband tells the truth.
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47 comments:
WOW, what a story!!! And count your lucky stars your hubby tells the truth. The one and only time I went to a strip club with my hubby, lots of the dancers came up to him and said thank you for their new job requirements. Yep, gotta love a man who puts in implants for a livin'. Tough job but somebody's gotta do it.
I would definitely take the truth any day!
The truth keeps all out of trouble, doesn't it?? :)
You can't make this kind of stuff up. Great conclusion to come to, Gina!
Oh you got the keeper, that's for sure!
Great story!!!
What an amazing story! So much more entertaining than most first anniversary tales.
There are still some good guys out there!
What a great story! You definitely got one of the good ones :)
I was scared you would say Scores! Great story and btw I love Everest. Did you have the chocolate souffle? Delish.
Whew! That was funny, but relieving to see the conclusion you come to!
Ha!!! Love this line: “So you want me to return a coat you accidentally switched at a strip club while you were looking at boobs?”
Love this post, too funny. I love the honest, frank conversations you have with your husband.
Nice :) Howard Stern is such a fan of that place. Too bad your husband didn't see him that night!
He hardly noticed the waitresses?? hahahahah.
Hilarious story! One of the funnier and more interesting testaments to trust I've read in a while.
Oh, funny! I laughed out loud in my office!
Great story, Gina! You obviously got a keeper.
I too would much rather know the truth, even when I don't like what I hear.
Haha! Yep, he's a good one. A truth teller in those circumstances can't be beat!
Oh that is just priceless!!
I'll take the truth any day... it's always better than fiction!
This is hilarious and also would have possibly resulted in some serious discussion at my house. It's like something that would happen in an episode of a TV show. But yes, I would much prefer the truth and love that your husband gave it to you. Also, loved that he said he didn't notice the boobs, he was playing BASKETBALL.
Your guy puts them in??? He is very truthful always!
Me too. Trusting him has never been an issue.
As I tell my kids, it's always easiest to remember the truth. If you lie, you have to then remember what you made up.
No you can't!
I'll keep him and he's stuck with me ;-)
Thanks 6!
Bwah!!! Those are some good men, overall. We'll forgive the location...this time. Hilarious story!
It was funny. We told it to our daughter this week. She just shook her head and said, "I believe, Daddy!" Of course I do too!
Yep!
Thanks, Samantha. I get a little tired of everyone always telling me he's the nicest guy they know ;-)
It was so funny because I listened to Stern a lot back then. I trust him and didn't care. I knew he was telling me the truth. Of course we had the souffle!!!
If I had any doubt, it might not have turned out as well. He is innocent as the day is long.
When you've been married a long time, you've had lots of practice with communication. He's used to my frankness, frankly!
It was always being shut down and now it's closed for good.
That's his story and he's stuck with it for 23 years. Ya, right!
Thanks. It has always been funny especially when Mr. Innocent tells it with his cute little smirk.
Yea!!!!
He's the one who hears things he doesn't like because I tend to find trouble where he's a clean cut, straight as an arrow kind of person. He definitely balances me!
He's like a boy scout. All honor and truth!
It certainly is a memory. One that's scorched in my brain.
My life is like one big novel or maybe a soap opera...
It was a very short discussion. I believe what he tells me. I also know the clients he was with. Nope, not a tv show. Just my regular life. He was playing basketball but he was also drinking beer. In order to get that beer, he'd have to ask a waitress. I really think he would be a little embarrassed to be having to talk with someone who didn't have a top on.
'Twas his first and last visit to Scores! He's a good one.
I can get pretty cheeky when motivated to do so. I know he wasn't looking...probably acknowledged their existence then played bb. He's much too much a sports guy. I never worry.
Yea girl, Uncle Jeffy is a plastic surgeon. Bet you never guessed that from a redneck like me. The best thang is, his neck is even redder than mine.
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