We entered the pizza establishment buzzing with loud laughter and silly giggles.
We had been seated in a secluded area of the restaurant for obvious reasons.
We found ourselves separated from the rest of the pizza population by a small partition.
The birthday girl and her friends made their way to the buffet and returned with loaded plates.
I was just before ingesting a large mouthful of salad when a waitress from another section of the restaurant came over and sat down across from me.
"Is there a problem?", I asked.
No, she replied.
"One of my customers was wondering if you were married?"
I can't remember if I spit the lettuce out or if I managed to choke it down.
I just sat there with my mouth gaping open.
"Are you joking?" was all that I could utter.
"No, my customer asked me to come over here and find out if you were married or not."
"Yes, I am married."
As quickly as I answered she was gone.
I didn't ask her who was asking.
Not that it mattered of course.
But it did matter.
And I couldn't just stand up and peer over the partition.
I tried to recall the guests I saw upon out arrival.
There was an older gentleman walking with a cane.
The younger college guys in the corner.
And then there was that one woman with the asymmetrical haircut that.....nah.
I will never know.
I was too chicken to look over and scan the restaurant.
I wanted to bask in the moment that I still had it.
Then my Claire brought me back to reality.
"It was probably that "M" on your forehead."
"Thanks Claire, I will add Married to the list of things my wrinkle stands for!"