“Story of my life,” said the curly headed one second from my right.
“Mine too,” replied the second one from her.
“Pisses me off big time it does.” Said Red second from my left.
“Always the bridesmaid,” I said reflecting more on my own life than any other others.
“Yes second place every time,” answered Tank one up from Red.
“Makes us all losers doesn’t it?” I asked
“Absolutely in your case. Every second of every day you lag further behind,” replied Red trying to sound sympathetic.
“I had high hopes for my second marriage,” announced the curly headed one. “But the bastard saw me as a stepping stone to greater things and his second fling was the final straw.” I sensed for the second time that day that there was a tear about to roll down her cheek.
“Wait a second!” called the second one from her. “You had your own share of affairs, that second one with Randolph was as hot and steamy as anything I have heard of before.
“It’s true,” I added. “Hot and steamy, but only for a second wasn’t it.”
“Yes,” she replied. “Couldn’t maintain the sexual rage, seconds was all he could last. What was there after that, a second was all it took.”
“Think I’ll order a second coffee. Anyone else up for seconds?”
Within seconds hands shot up. It was the way when I offered to buy the second round.