My newly divorced, hence ex-wife accompanied me to the airport to bid me one final good-bye. As I was about to disappear for check-in, she asked me- “Would you meet me when you come back next year?”
“No” I said and appended “Maybe yes. Only if I’d have to celebrate ‘Independence Day’ on the 14th of Feb. Bye” I stepped foot on the escalator.
I noticed a pretty woman standing beside me as the steps propelled upwards.
“Are you single?” I enquired. It took her by surprise. I almost felt a garrote encircling my neck and the cackling of my neck as it drew tight, but then she just replied- “ Yeah. Very much.” She smiled, winked and continued- “How many kids you got?” I understood it was a joke, hence mustered a smile though I wasn’t exactly amazed.
“What do you celebrate on 14th Feb?” I raised an eye-brow.
“Independence Day” she winked.
“I’m startin’ to like you.”
“Hi, I’m Anne” she smiled.
We also learned that our aircrafts and our destinations were same. My life was certainly escalating on this escalator. I had a journey and a future to look up to.
As I slithered out of the escalator, I glanced back at my ex-wife, who I now observed was clapping hands and laughing loud with words- “ Feb 14th, Valentines’ Day. Haw haw ha”
I thanked god that I’d divorced her and then turned to the pretty lady and asked- “ Can I buy you coffee?”