Spotted With a Man Who Wasn’t Her Husband

Dear Diary:

My husband is not the passionate museumgoer that I am, so when I get the urge, I call our retired friend Dennis, who loves museums, and he and I meet for lunch and then spend the afternoon at the Met or one of the city’s other treasures.

One day, when Dennis and I were at the Museum of Modern Art, I saw a woman I thought I knew from the gym my husband and I belong to. She stared at me for a moment, too, but it was obvious that neither of us was sure, so no words were spoken.

A few days later, I saw the woman at the gym and I told her I thought I had seen her at the museum.

“I thought that was you, too,” she said. “But I didn’t want to say anything because you were with a man who wasn’t your husband.”

Which proves that you should always be with whom you’re supposed to be with, because someone is always watching.

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