06 – RESTAURANT
Their first date was a disaster.
Not the standard: picked her up, ripped her dress, got drunk and spent the rest of the evening heaving over her specially-bought-for-tonight shoes disaster. No, it was more: picked her up, car broke down, pushed the car three miles up the road, spent an hour at a garage where they scam you out of $500 (a job you could've done yourself had you the tools), lost your dinner reservations, ended up eating at McDonald's disaster.
Jill was not impressed, and really, neither was Tim.
He still remembers getting home and telling his brothers that he's be glad never to see her smug little face again.
Seven months, one week, four days later, he sees her stumbling into that very restaurant – not the one that they lost the reservations at -McDonald's.
Her dress is ripped, she has vomit on her pricey-looking shoes and she, really, looks like crap.
Tim's a compassionate man by nature, and he couldn't just leave her there, sobbing in the booth.
"Bad date?"
Nodding, she had stared up at him, laughing when she recognized his face.
"Talk about irony." She'd said. Tim didn't really get it, but he'd smiled anyway and sat down opposite.
On their wedding day, Jill leans over, "McDonald's isn't a bad little restaurant really."
And he laughs.
Next up: 07 - Dance Club.
