One evening, a few months after our Marathon Week, when I was out of town, the geeky k** from Taco Bell, Justin, called my wife’s cell. A group of his geeky friends were over playing video games and hadn’t believed his Taco Bell story. He had called her to see if she would confirm the story, so his friends would leave him alone and stop making fun of him. My wife dutifully recalled the entire night in detail, but to no avail. They still didn’t believe their nerdy friend had been able to score with an older BBW lady on the night shift at Taco Bell.
“I’ll be right over” she said.
“You will?” Justin replied
“Yes, I’ll prove you scored to your silly little friends.”
My wife got dressed, and drove over to Justin’s house. She arrived and knocked on the door. Another young guy answered. “I’m Justin’s ‘friend’” she said.