Getting Beer + Getting Food = Two Trips

I realized that I needed two things tonight: food and drink. I decide to call in an order to a nearby Thai restaurant, and then head out to pick up my beer. Get the beer, walk back home and deposit it into the fridge. Go *back* out, pick up the food, and return home.

Call me silly, but I felt weird walking into a restaurant, holding a 12-pack of beer in my arms. On the way out (for the beer), I saw a couple returning home. I wasn’t sure if the two of them were together or not. This is immaterial. When both people were on a porch (was he trying to kiss her goodnight?), the woman yelled Hellooo! across the street, to a couple standing by a bright light of some sort. I thought nothing of it.

On the way back from the beer, I noticed the couple on the porch had disappeared. So much for a tidy ending there. No idea if they were a couple, married, or if he was walking her home. Did he leave? Was he invited in? As I was running through the variations in my head, I noticed that the couple by the bright light was still there. And I also noticed that the bright light was the headlamp of a motorcycle.

On my second trip out to pick up my order, once again I notice the couple talking. This time, I realize they aren’t inspecting a bike to see if it’s working. I realize that someone’s standing, and someone is still on the bike. Possibly dropping the other home. The motorcycle is out of the way, parked by the sidewalk, but obviously still running/on.

I pick up my food. I feel like the storekeeper looks at me funny, but try not to get too paranoid. Anymore, I’m always extremely polite and soft-spoken when I walk into Pot Pan.

On my way home, the couple is still outside. Now that I’ve seen them each time, I slowly realize that it’s a bit chilly outside. Not winter cold, but cold enough to where it makes little sense to stay outside and talk when inside is so much warmer. The only thing that would keep someone outside (it starts to dawn on me) is a really heated, emotional converastion. Looking closer as I pass, I realize that the man is sitting on his motorcycle, and the woman is standing in front of it, bathed in the light. They’ve been in this same position each time I’ve walked by.

I can’t tell if they’re both arguing, or if she’s yelling, or if he’s speaking at all. The only thing I know is that they’ve been out here a long while, she’s been standing, and he’s been sitting on his bike.

Right then and there, it hits me. It doesn’t matter what they’re arguing about. I see him sitting on his bike, staring at her. I know exactly what’s wrong.

Why are so many men assholes? And why do so many women fall for those men? I’ll never understand it.