When I'm sitting in a restaurant trying to eat a meal, the one thing I enjoy is the occasional opportunity to eavesdrop on couples on their first or second date. Tonight I was seated next to a couple that was on such a date and it took everything in my power to not pass my quesadilla through my nose when I heard some of the pathetic stories being bantered between these two love-weary souls.
Here's a haiku I wrote in their honor:
Two divorced people,
Share emotional baggage,
Hell of a first date.
