I was hosting tonight. As I’m always doing during the week.

A man arrives with two teenagers. He tells me his name and he says the fourth will be right behind them.

I ask if they’d like to wait. Or be seated.

He’s says they could be seated. A server arrives at this moment and off they go.

About 90 seconds later a woman walks through the door.

Gives me her name. She’s joining the man and the two teenagers.

She asks how she’ll find them. I explain that I’ll show her to the table.

She then says she needs to use the restroom.

She starts to go in and stops and turns to me and says I’m about to have dinner with my future ex husband. I hope we can make this fast.

I was kind of floored. No one has said this to me before.

In my head I’m asking does he know he’s going to be your ex husband? Do your kids know? Do you need a shot of bourbon? Will this be ugly? Why are you divorcing him?

I kind of laugh and say I’ll make sure the server brings wine as quickly as possible. She laughs and goes into the restroom.

They were in and out in 57 minutes.

I wasn’t at the door when they left so I have no idea how it went.

But I do have more questions I’ll never get to ask.