Men and their foibles March 12, 2006
My son’s teacher called us up on Saturday morning to invite my son to her daughter’s birthday party. I was asleep yet so she talked to my son Dylan and told him the party was going to be at McDonald’s at 1:30 p.m.
Dylan was already quite excited at the prospect of going to a party on a Saturday afternoon by the time I woke up so naturally I could not say no anymore.
We stopped at a nearby mall to buy a gift for his teacher’s daughter and then proceeded on foot to McDonald’s with another mom and her daughter. We met them at the mall also buying a gift for the birthday celebrant.
At McDonald’s, we received the surprise of our lives. My son’s teacher was nowhere to be found. Only her estranged husband was there accompanied by, of all people, his girlfriend. It was the longest two hours of our lives. What made it worse was that I had never before met the teacher’s husband. Or the girl he was with. I, of course, know he cheated on her and this was the reason for the separation. This was also why the teacher was not able to teach her class well this school year. The teacher’s househelp, who was there, told us immediately that the girl was his girlfriend.
Another parent and I fell to talking about the situation and ended up wondering what he saw in her. The girl is young, the other mom told me, so that’s probably the reason. He wanted a younger model. They look alike, too, she added, what with all those pimples on their faces. We were laughing so hard by this time that we could not stop. I know it was mean of us but the funny thing about it was, we didn’t care. Serves them right for being so shameless.
The birthday celebrant’s mom came near the end of the party, talked to the other parents for a while, and left immediately. Well, we could not blame her.
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