The village idiot of Las Vegas eavesdrops on a lovers quarrel at McDonald's.

"I know you were with her. Don't lie to me," it's hard not to eavesdrop when people are speaking within earshot of you, "She told me about how the two of you had sex when I was out of town. Is that true?" She was mid-twenties, he was the same. It sounded as if he'd been caught red handed, but still he was denying it - "I don't care what that bitch said. I was never with her. She's lying," both then fell silent as they ate their meal...it was a chilly silence.

The silence is then interrupted by her statement - "This isn't the first time you've done this to me. You are lying to me again. I told you that if you screwed around on me again we were finished," her voice is now full of rage and anger.

"OK, I'm sorry, it won't happen again! I was drunk and I didn't want to but she kept pushing things. I'm sorry, please forgive me!" He found himself cornered and decided best to admit his wrongdoing and deal with the consequences.

After hearing his admission from my neighboring booth I expected her to slap him or a big public blow up, but that wasn't the case, not at all. "Did you fuck her on our bed?" she asks calmly. He nods yes, she then says, "Our next stop is Furniture Mart and you are going to buy a new bed. The old bed is going in the trash," he nods his head yes again.