I heard on NPR that the city of Fresno has the most adulterous
women in the country
How adulterous?
I mean, is it worth the 4 hour drive from L.A?
Is it like I walk into a Denny's and 10 minutes later, me and
Tracy the waitress (married to Rob, 6 years, high school
sweethearts) are in a bathroom stall?
The more I thought about it, the guiltier I felt.
I'm sorry Rob, I said. It just, happened. Somewhere between
mv drink order and mv Moons Over MY Hammy
we found ourselves in the ladies room, going at it
I said, I heard it has something to do with the water in Fresno
He volleyed back with the fact that they don't actualy live
in Fresno, they live in Clovis, and Tracy commutes to
downtown Fresno for work.
You alright, man?
Ya, I'm fine.
Okay well, we discourage the customers from squeezing the
avocados, with such...vigor.
Sorry, I said. Realizing, I had been in some kind or haze.
Playing out the consequences of my tryst with Tracy the waitress.
On the drive back home from the grocery store,
I turned the radio dial over to the soft rock station.
'Fast Car' was playing. I rolled down the windows and turned the
volume up.
If I leave now, I thought, I'll be in downtown Fresno before the
dinner rush.
