Wing night
Tuesdays are Wing Night. Local bar, 6–8, 10¢ wings. Three weeks sober, I say “yes” to Wing Night. At 5:45 a coworker I barely know needs a ride home. I volunteer and say “no” to Wing Night. On the way we listen to Philip Glass’ “Aguas da Amazonia” in silence.
Later I married her.
That’s a true story.