As Nick is on his way home from a three-day work trip, he sees a sign on his wife’s diner’s billboard, calling him out in front of the entire town. Nick has no idea what he could have done, but does it really warrant a sign in public? He heads home, where his wife explains everything…I was on my way home from a three-day work trip, feeling good about finally kicking off my shoes and relaxing with some fried chicken. It was the one thing that I had been craving since leaving home, and my wife made the best fried chicken.The drive back to our little town was quiet, as usual, and I was just going over my mental checklist of things I needed to do by the end of the weekend.
I needed to finish a work project, schedule a meeting with new investors, and check in with a few junior workers who were scheduled for their performance reviews. At that moment, I passed by the diner. You know, Kate’s Diner. It’s one of those small-town spots where the regulars walk in and the waitresses already know who you are and what you’re going to order. Kate, my wife, runs the place, and she’s known for her quirky messages on the big sign out front.Usually,
it’s something like “Best Burgers in Town, Babe!” or “Try our Famous Pancakes, We Dare You!” or even, “Sugar, Honey, Honey, Half-Priced Waffles Today!” But today? Today, I almost drove into a telephone pole while glancing at the message on the sign. Nick, I know what you did. Don’t bother coming home. – Kate.I slammed on the brakes, almost losing control of the car, and stared at the sign for a second, thinking I was hallucinating. “What the hell, Kate?” I said to myself. I pulled over, my heart pounding in my chest. What was Kate on about? Had something happened while I was away? I hadn’t done anything wrong, at least,
not that I knew of. But there it was, plain as day for the whole town to see.Nick, I know what you did… Great. Just great. Everyone in town had probably seen the sign by now. Small towns really don’t need much to set off a gossip wildfire, and this was practically pouring gasoline on the flames.I pressed down hard on the gas pedal and headed home. My mind raced through every interaction I’d had in the past week. I hadn’t even been here for three days! But that message?
It wasn’t just some inside joke. Kate was pissed. She wouldn’t jeopardize her diner’s reputation over something stupid. It was late, usually when Kate would leave the evening staff at the diner and head home to recharge for the next day. “Here goes nothing,” I said, parking the car in the garage, getting ready to face whatever situation I was walking into. There she was, my wife, sitting at the kitchen table, a slice of toast in front of her, arms crossed, with this ice-cold look in her eyes.
Her usual warmth? Gone. It was like I was a stranger to her. She treated her customers much warmer than this. And that stung me more than anything. “What’s going on, Kate? What’s with the sign?” I asked, trying to keep calm, even though I was completely freaking out.
My wife didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she slid a piece of paper across the table like it was evidence in a murder trial. And pointed to the bouquet of red roses on the counter. I picked it up, curious to see how a piece of paper could have changed so much. It was a handwritten note on a card, attached to a receipt for a dozen roses.
Thank you for a wonderful night, love. I can’t wait to see you again. “What on earth is this?” I asked, completely baffled. “You tell me,” she snapped, her voice sharp and almost unrecognizable. “So, who is the lucky girl, Nick?”I felt disoriented.”I didn’t send these! Kate, really?” I exclaimed. “I’ve been out of town. Why would I even…” “Don’t lie, Nick!” she shouted, standing up from her chair. “These were delivered while you were gone. You must’ve gotten sloppy, Nick. I can’t believe you’d throw our 10 years away for some fleeting affair like this.” I stared at Kate, speechless. In that moment, I couldn’t see my wife, I couldn’t see the woman I had married.
