“Where were you?” she said into her cellphone, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I waited and waited, but you never showed up.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he said. “I got hung up.”
“That’s your excuse? You got hung up? That’s all you got? You couldn’t call? You couldn’t text? You got ‘hung up,’ but I’m the one who was left hanging,”
“Okay, okay. I said I was sorry,” he repeated.
“I tried calling you, but it went straight to voicemail,” she said. “I texted you half a dozen times but you never replied. Can you explain that?”
“My phone’s battery must have crapped out,” he answered.
“So you got hung up and your phone’s battery died,” she said. “Is that your story?”
He chuckled into the phone. “Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
“Omigod, you must really think I’m some proverbial dumb blonde bimbo if you think I’m buying your bullshit,” she said. “What exactly did you get hung up doing?”
“I had some shit I had to do,” he said. “Took longer than I expected.”
“Some shit? What kind of shit did you have to do that you left me standing there in front of all of my family and friends? And don’t you dare lie to me.”
“Fine,” he said. “I got into a fight with a couple of guys at O’Malley’s. The cops showed up and hauled me and Teddy in and locked us both up. Teddy called his dad who just got here and paid our bail money.”
“So you got drunk, got into a bar fight, got arrested and thrown in jail on our wedding day,” she said. “You’re unfuckingbelievable.”
“Hey,” he said, “shit happens.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter creative writing prompt.