We'll be together!

(Me and she)
SO, I am hanging around with D____ slurping coffee outside Gimmee coffee on a warm October day, wondering why all these tattooed slackers are hanging around the sidewalk during the work day when they should get a JOB dammit...(of course, I was taking a well-deserved break from work...D___ too).
OK, so we're sitting there and this dude in a truck with a pony tail who looks like he HAS a job walks past us and inside, gets a takeout, and presumably heads back to work. All the slackers on the sidewalk watch him go by (don't believe me? hang around Ithaca sometime...this town is like the movie SLACKERS, we really are....). Anyway, the dude drives off, and D____ tells me that he is his wife's EX. You kinda think "Eeeew! He may work, but what a slime!"
ANYWAY, so the missus (should I be telling this story? Oh well, she won't see it until later) left a job in one building and moved into a job in the building next door. She was replaced by M____ a thirty something brainless tart. The Missus best friend H____ still works in that building. The brainless young tart M_____ just so HAPPENS to be H______'s ex-husband's ex-girlfriend. Now they work nearly side by side. You have to wonder if somebody might put something in the coffee one day....

ANYWAY, the point of all this? Me and the missus, knowing full well that people are together or apart for good and bad reasons, grabbed hands, shared a shudder and agreed that it is easier to BE TOGETHER. Just like Sting said.