ohyes ohyes ohyes story here:
I worked with a choir that was performing a Christmas concert at Carnegie Hall. I invited to the concert & reception Steve, the graphic designer who made the promo brochure, and Sheri, his wife. Sheri was Jewish and preferred not to attend a Christmas concert. No big deal, right?
At the reception, Steve (with whom I'd worked for two years and was good pals) introduced me to the beautiful Cynthia, his guest. I shook her hand, laughed and asked, "Are you Steve's stunt wife for the night?" She declined my hand, looked at Steve, and walked away abruptly. He shook his head at me and followed her.
The next morning I learned that on the day of the concert Steve had left Sheri and their kids to move in with Cynthia. **oops**