I drove past a restaurant that is owned by a guy I used to work for some decades ago. When I worked for him he was not sleeping with one of his employees ... nope nope, not at all.

yeah ... right

This imaginary conversation came to mind, as if we ran into each other some years later.

me: Whatever happened to (insert her name here)
him: I married her
me: Smart man
him: She divorced me
me: Smart woman

This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, after which it wandered out to various other sites. Feel free to reply where ever you want. I should still see it.