"I'm still looking for Mr. Right." Says Silicone Sally as she flounces into the galley.
Well crap, I flip off my glasses and wait. Sally is mid forties and ignores the obvious - like bugger off, I'm reading, or no, I do not wish to discuss articles from the National Enquirer.
After she pouts for a moment, Sally thrusts her chin into the air. "I really thought I'd found the perfect guy." She sighs and rolls her eyes at me. "Did that ever happen to you?"
She doesn't want an answer so I shrug.
"The last guy was really handsome and really charming and I really, really thought he was the one."
"So what happened?" I ask before she can sigh again.
"He left me alone at the restaurant." She gives a solemn nod. "He left me sitting alone at the table while he walked out to his car to get a coupon." She shivers and then her eyes glint. "I'm really worth more than a coupon."
"First date?" I ask, hoping Mr. Right knows how lucky he is.
"No," she says, "we'd been dating awhile."
"Maybe he had a plan." I offer. "Maybe he'd like to retire early." Maybe he was outside plotting his escape or trying to get his therapist on the phone.
She stares out the window. "The thing is, I really thought he respected me."
Oh. Shoot Me Now. Really, just shoot me now.