A Re-teaming

Last night was my first night to really relax in almost a week and a half. Knowing that I only had two days (now less!) before I headed home to Iowa, I decided to watch Ferris Bueller’s Day Off so I could swiftly reship it on Netflix. Smack dab in the middle of one of the best scenes (the parade) Angela started blabbing about the new job she started yesterday. When she didn’t quit talking, I gave up and paused the movie. Once her work-related explanation was complete, she held out her hand toward me.

“Slap my hand,” she commanded.

I stared at her warily. “What did you do?” I asked, unable to disguise the maternal-like scolding inflections in my voice.

“Angel and I got back together,” she winced.

“WHAT?” I screeched. “ARE YOU CRAZY?” So much for taking a cool, calm, and disconnected approach with this person, huh?

So what happened? Here’s the story, at least, as best as I understood it. Friday night, her trucking trainer and Angel’s trainer were back in town so she went to visit them. She kept ignoring Angel and he kept staring at her. She gave me some more details about staring and Angel and some other guy, blah blah, but she was in this other guy’s rig and on some country station “their song” (The A-Team Song) was playing. She got choked up, and I think she went to some other truck and ended up hearing the same song on another country station right after it. (If It’s Bless the Broke Road I WILL poke my ears out)

Well, Angela looked up, bawling, and saw Angel staring at him. She flew out of the rig she was in, ran to his and into his arms. It was trucker movie-dramatic! (And nearly induced my gag reflex!) Evidently the two talked and the story is this: Angel is not in an open marriage but he is estranged from his wife. He cannot afford to get a divorce yet. The person he was talking to was ex, apparently trying to convince her to file. However, Angel’s aspirations to move to SLC are naught, cause apparently he wants to stay in Seattle. Angela told me they weren’t likely to stay together, but remain friends. My question was this, then… why are they even back together if they are so sure they are doomed for failure?

“We love each other,” was Angela’s reply. “I mean, we were only broken up for a week…” Angel is gone now, and won’t be back until next weekend. She wants to bring that hairy beast back into my home. At least she didn’t bring him back Friday night. Angela had enough consideration to keep him away from my apartment when Kristin was here. Still, I DO NOT WANT THIS MAN IN THE SAME ZIPCODE AS ME. Emily Ann is in Cali right now, so when she is home I may pow-wow with her and put our feet down: NO ANGEL. I also have the option of staying at Brockas that weekend. I will already be house-sitting there and I could just stay the night.