Omaha once

I was in Omaha once.

My husband and I had come to a housewarming party his old highschool girl friend was having.

She was also his current girlfriend.

She wore blue eyeshadow and she had another boyfriend who sang country music.

She had a vibrating recliner and a lot of friends.

One of her friends brought a girl who was wearing a raspberry colored sequined sweater.

They had been to the opera before they came to the housewarming party.

I was claiming my husband back.  I thought I could do it.   I thought it worth the attempt.

The next morning we went home.  But first we bought gas.  The station attendant – there was one

Offered us a card for a discount every 100 gallons – or somesuch offer.

I declined because I didn’t think we were coming back to Omaha.