The other day my roommate’s ex-boyfriend came to visit. I thought I’d let them chat, so I went to hang out somewhere. I forgot a couple bucks for snacks, though, so I beat a hasty retreat back up the elevator and down the hall while texting my friend Tara.
ME: With my luck, I’ll walk back in on them having sex or something. HA!
TARA: That could totally happen to you. They’re not together though, are they?
ME: They are decidedly broken up.
(Five minutes later.)
ME: …Oh my God. Never mind.
And, okay, they weren’t having sex. But they were on the right track. Embarrassed apologies were batted around. Gazes were averted. I grabbed some money and bolted while practically yelling over my shoulder, “It’s fine! Don’t worry about it! I’ll be going now! Bye!”