Olympic Heart Breaker!

I walked by the table and I asked, 'Have they shown the Luge yet?'

Not yet. I mention to the table, a seemingly nice middle aged couple out for dinner on Valentine's Day and whom just happened to sit near a television set, that I was anxious to see the Luge. A friend of my wife's was currently ranked 7th place and I wanted to watch his final run! (Sara knows an Olympic Athlete, whom I have met on several occasions so we get excited about the Luge.) The couple and I chit chat for several minutes about the Olympics and what not and then I hurry back to my own tables. Several times during the night I would visit the table, or they would flag me down to talk and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Suddenly, during one of my trips to the front of the restaurant I notice that the wife has been crying, and is on the phone. The husband is nowhere to be seen. I convinced myself that he was probably in the bathroom and it was nothing serious. Then at one point she asks me to open a side door of the restaurant, an odd request, and then I see the husband sitting across the street sitting in his SUV mouthing something to the wife. I accommodate the wife and open the door.

The long and the short of it is she thought he'd left her at the restaurant, which he had, he told her to get in the car in not the most friendly or respectful way, she took offense to his tone and language and told him to just go home, and then she sat back down at the table to drink her wine and cry some more! This is Valentine's Day, if you forgot! This married couple got into a fight on Valentine's Day, he threw some cash at her and walked out of the restaurant! Eventually, we called her a cab and she must've gone home!

It was heartbreaking to witness. The staff all felt awkward, and sympathetic yet we all couldn't stop talking about it. I felt doubly bad because I thought that they seemed to be a fun, friendly couple with whom I shared a love of winter sports. She hinted at one point towards divorce... on Valentine's Day.

I was glad to get home to Sara, understandably disappointed that I picked up a Valentine's shift at work, but forgiving because we need the money. Our friend finished 8th in the Luge, but I kept thinking about the couple and wondering about what could have been so wrong that it ruined their Valentine's Day and tainted the Winter Olympics at the same time!