My wife and I are in the middle of a nasty divorce. I’ve been feeling a little sorry for myself, so last Sunday afternoon a close friend of mine, Steve, asked me to join him and his girlfriend for a drive and dinner at a beautiful state park in a neighboring state. Eager to get out of the house, I quickly agreed.

During the course of the afternoon, Steve and Charlene made several jokes about both my lack of a sex life and the frequency of their own couplings. Despite that, I enjoyed dinner with them, and on the way home we stopped for dessert at a country bakery. After I dropped them off at Charlene’s house, I headed home, but I was cut off by some moron. As I braked, a bag of pastries from the bakery came sliding out from under the passenger seat. I looked down at what was a hand-written note on the bag:... Leer Más