To say that Tom was upset was an understatement. Maureen knew he was angry because he had no look on his face at all. He just stared straight forward while he drove. After five years of marriage, she knew that when he was visibly angry that was one thing, but when the anger didn't show...
She sat in the passenger seat of the car, turned slightly away from him. Their lovely romantic evening was in tatters. She tried to tell herself that his stupid boorish attitude was to blame, but deep down she knew she brought it on.
Tom had made reservations at a nice Italian restaurant for that evening. At 6:30, he called from his car.
"Darling, I had to stay a little late at the office, but I'm on my way -"
She interrupted him, "Honey, why are you on the phone when you're driving? You know that's unsafe."
He sighed, "I have a headset on and I'm waiting at a red light! Now, I think when I get home, you should just come out to the car and we'll go straight to dinner. Ok?"
"Alright. See you soon. Now hang up and drive!" She tried to make it sound like a joke, but she could tell from his reply that it didn't go over well.
"Yes, dear." The phone clicked and he was gone.
She hated when he said that - like she was a nagging wife. Didn't he realize that she just cared and wanted him to be safe? She loved him very much. If there was just one thing she could fix about him it would be for him to be a better driver. He had a bit of a lead foot, and it made her nervous sometimes. She shook her head, put the phone down and hurried to get ready.
A few minutes later, Tom arrived. He had on his usual suit and tie. He called back to Maureen from the front of the house to let her know he had arrived. She was just finishing up her makeup and said she would be right there.
Ten minutes later, while Tom stood cooling his heels, she came out. She looked beautiful, but when she saw Tom, she frowned and said, "Is that how you went to work this morning? That tie doesn't go with that jacket at all!"
Tom closed his eyes and sighed and said, "Alright, I'll change it." He ran to the back room. He was gone only a minute before returning, his red tie exchanged for a cool blue one.
Maureen smiled and said, "That's better."
They went back to the car. Tom looked at the clock on the dashboard. Their reservation for five minutes ago, but it would take ten minutes to get to the restaurant. Surely they'd hold the reservation for a few minutes for them. Even so, he drove quickly. Maureen noticed.
"Watch your speed, darling," Maureen said, "you're making me nervous."
Tom looked over to Maureen, and sarcastically chided her, "You know, you're extra sexy when you're back-seat driving." As he was staring her down saying this, he managed to miss that the stoplight he was driving through had turned red.
Maureen, however, had not missed it. "Pay attention! You're going to get -" She was interrupted by the sound wail of a siren behind them and flashing lights. Her tone dropped as she finished her sentence, "a ticket."
Tom closed his eyes and pulled to the side of the road. The officer took his time approaching the car, finally knocking on Maureen's window and then asking Tom to pass over his license, registration and insurance. Tom did so without saying a word.
It took fifteen minutes for the cop to finish writing the ticket. He finally finished and sent them on their way again with a gratuitous "Have a nice evening." When they finally arrived at the restaurant, half an hour later, they learned that their table had already been given away.
Tom stormed back to the car, Maureen following closely on his heels. She asked him, "What's wrong?"
Tom stopped and turned, "What's wrong? You took forever to get ready, made me change my tie, so we left late, so I had to hurry, and then your back-seat driving got me a ticket, and we missed our reservation!" He opened his door, sat down and slammed the door shut.
Maureen's face flashed in anger. She got in the passenger side and snarled back, "Don't make this out to be my fault! You got a ticket because you're a lousy driver, plain and simple. Just get us home without killing us! I'm not hungry anyway!"
The color drained from his face. He slowly fetched the car key from his pocket, started the car and drove home, staring straight ahead at the road.
They arrived home and he parked the car in the garage. He got out, went inside and went straight to the den, grabbed his dog-eared copy of Sports Today and embedded himself in it.
Maureen went to the bedroom. She sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and started to cry. How had this evening gone so horribly wrong?