Our dream home just happens to be very close to where I lived prior to (and after) meeting Mrs. Clancy. When I lived there prior, I was a smoker and as such I made frequent trips to the local 7-Eleven to cure my cravings for ciggi-butts. But shortly after falling for the Mrs., I finally persuaded myself to give up that habit and subsequently I rarely have any need to go to said 7-Eleven. But just last weekend, I stopped in and was reminded of another reason I seem to have been avoiding the place.
One of the cashiers is a red-headed (auburn actually) middle-eastern man who, although not exactly obvious, is definitely gay. And he always finds a way to treat me just a little extra nice. (I do that often – I must have a pretty good gaydar jammer because guys hit on me quite often.) This time, when the clerk saw me, his face lit up. As I reached for my wallet his eyes fell to my left hand where a big ole golden band now occupies my ring finger. You could literally see his expression fall as he slowly withdrew all the while fixing his gaze at the ring.
Fortunately he recovered quickly and as I was leaving asked, “You no have a cute brother?” I just smiled. There was no sense in breaking his heart twice in one day…