At the suggestion of our pastor, FringeMan and I stood at the front door of the church greeting people, handing out bulletins, and flashing my new diamond ring. We received more hugs and kisses than the chubby cheeked Michelin tire baby on his first birthday; however, all celebrating stopped when FringeMan’s ex-girlfriend walked through the door.
This woman, who I sat near on our first Christmas party date, was less than impressed by my diamond. At least that’s the feeling I got when, as she stood in front of us, she lifted her lips into a snarl and growled. Caught completely off guard and fearing fangs would drop from her upper lip, I stepped backward and slightly behind FringeMan. Probably because shedding blood on the church steps would be considered unforgivable to fellow parishioners, she passed quickly by.
My brother had come up right behind the growler and as soon as she passed out of earshot, he looked at us with a mixture of shock and complete amusement.
“Did she just growl at you?” He asked in wonder and then collapsed into a heap of giggles.
Sadly I’ve forgotten all the well wishes and words of congratulations. In my mind my engagement is marked with a growl of disgust and so, I blame FringeMan for bad taste in women…until me of course.
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