The creeiest story in my repertoire, part 2

This isn’t the creepiest story in my repertoire by itself. As creepy stories go, it’s not even in the big leagues. But it happened in the same context as Creepy Story, part 1.

That in itself makes it kind of weird. You’d think people would, you know, learn?

Same sewage treatment plant, same personnel minus Bill M, who you may recall, hanged himself.

Guy I worked with, and briefly roomed with during a time his wife kicked him out of the house. They had some kids too, which is always rotten.

At any rate, outside our Oklahoma town just up the old state highway, there was a dive on a hill overlooking a dip in the road.

Since my old room mate was on the night shift a lot, he left his wife at home. One evening he had free, wifey suggested they go together to this place on the hill she liked.

The way I heard it the next day from my very puzzled former room mate was, he was ordering at the bar, not being offensive in any way. (I believe him, he wasn’t a bad-natured fellow at all.)

Someone in the bar’s employ abruptly grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Then he and/or another guy punched him up a bit.

It ended outside where one of the bar employees with a baseball bat told the two of them never to come back.

Roomie was puzzled. Every one of the rest of us at work knew exactly what it meant. You’ve sussed it out by now too, haven’t you?

I told the story to a verly worldly old friend of mine soon afterwards. (A friend who’d enjoyed the facilities at Club Fed in his youth kind of worldly.)

He sighed and asked, “Why do they do these things?”

Good question.

Of course, eventually they divorced. Really sad story about that too. She got pregnant and they decided they couldn’t afford more kids, so they paid a visit to the abortion clinic.

They were both crying so he said, “Let’s not, we’ll just be poor.”

She replied, “It’s not yours.”

Even weirder, and this is not the first time I’ve heard of a cheating wife say this, when all was revealed about what she spent her time doing when he was working late shifts, she said, “Why didn’t you stop me?”

People are weird. And creepy sometimes.

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