“Well, if it’s any consolation, I know why your husband is having an affair.”

Her head yanked up, her tortured eyes staring at me as if I knew the secret of life itself.

“You said it yourself, no woman in her right mind would buy a perfume of that nature. And a lipstick color of that nature might only be worn by old grandmothers with no one to impress yet they wear it anyway to attract attention. And a leopard print thong, well, I’ve never seen a woman purchase an animal print thong of any kind. In fact, there is only one logical answer as to whom your husband has been cheating with.”

The young woman’s eyes were so wide I was suprised they didn’t pop out of her head.

“A man. Your husband is gay.”

She deflated, and seemed to sink down even lower. Then with a burst of energy only 2 year olds have, she bounded out of the chair, punched the air, and shrieked,

“I KNEW it!”