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.