“Well, I’m not going to waste this on a loser like that am I.” Peggy tinkled the glass with her spoon, she almost smiled. “Why can’t I just find a decent man. I thought he was going to be decent. He had all the patter online. Do you know I spent a week chatting to him and he never once mentioned he was married with three kids, not once? Then, he waltzes in here and he didn’t even have the decency to take his fucking wedding ring off.”
Hey you bitch, I should charge you a dry-cleaning bill.