I'd love to leave it just as that title, but that's not what I meant. :)
I'm stuck in Alabama, some 5 hours away from home and everything I would rather be doing. Had a lunch with people I couldn't care less about, but because they are venders it was free. I'm kind of a dining male prostitute.
These 2 dudes were apparently a divorce pro (fat guy) and a divorce novice (teeny tiny guy). The majority of the conversation was the divorce pro giving tidbits to the novice on how great it is being divorced. It was like a crappy Sex and the City for guys, portrayed by Laurel and Hardy.
Fat guy: "I've been divorced 3 times, and there ain't no way a woman's getting me to get married. I've learned that lesson already that women aren't the answer, they're the problem! Har Har Har!" He then made some odd head-clearing sound. Most likely the last of his self respect was leaking out.
That's when I chimed in with "Did you ever stop to think that you're the common factor in all 3 of those?"
Lunch was awkwardly quiet for the remaining 15 minutes. But hey, they had the green spearmints there on the way out! Score!