The phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Eric, it’s Todd.”
“Hey,” I say, faintly taken aback—I know Todd from work, but we don’t talk much.
“Um—God,” he lets out in a big breath. “Eric, I’m so sorry. I was an idiot. I’ll understand if you hate me forever, especially for talking to you about it over the phone—”
“What?” A note of incredulity.
“What—Monica! Your wife, man—the…affair?”
“Affair?”
“Oh, Eric, don’t do this to me! Yeah, I screwed your wife, okay?”
“Todd—Todd! I don’t have a wife.”
“I can’t believe you’d—what?”
“I don’t have a wife.”
“Wait…” A sigh. “Is this Eric from 2014?”
“What? Todd, it’s 2009.”
He muttered a curse. “Not again…Uh, hey, just forget about it, okay?”
He hung up. I was left with the phone in hand for several minutes, deciding which was stranger: the fact that Todd is apparently my friend in 2014, or that I get a wife who’s hot enough to have an affair with.
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