My First Wife

It was a rainy day. We had been arguing all morning. I can’t remember what we were arguing about. Probably money. That’s what we usually fought over. Her last word to me was “Asshole!” as she slammed the screen door on her way out, then got into our old beat-up Toyota and drove off to her sad, pathetic job. I will always wonder what her last thought was before the garbage truck came out of nowhere and crushed her.