I'm a salesman for a paper company based in Oregon. As part of my job, I travel quite a bit around the country. My most recent trip to New Jersey was one I'll never forget.
My flight from Tulsa to Newark airport was delayed because of bad weather in the Northeast. I wouldn't be able to make a connecting flight until the next morning, so I booked a room at the airport hotel in Newark.
I arrived at the hotel around 9:00 and went straight to the lounge for some dinner and a few drinks. I ordered a burger and some vodka and settled in to watch Monday Night Football. There were a few people in the lounge, mostly from Chicago cheering on the Bears. I mainly kept to myself at a small table off to the side of the bar.
Just before halftime, a young couple walked into the lounge and sat at the table next to mine. They were in their mid twenties or so. They ordered a bottle of champagne and said they were celebrating their 3rd wedding anniversary. She was extremely cute. Great smile. Short brown hair, about 5'2" with small breasts. She was wearing a light sweater and jeans. He was a little taller, about 6 feet or so, but very thin. Good looking couple. I found out their names were Abby and Bill and they lived in Chicago. They were visiting family in Connecticut and were heading home in the morning.
We struck up a nice conversation and had a few more drinks to celebrate their anniversary. The bar was getting loud, so I invited them to sit at my table.
"So Ed, how often do you travel?" Bill asked.
"I'm away from home about 2 weeks a month. It's not fun, but I've got to put food on the table. My wife's a teacher, so we both need to work."
"Any kids?" Abby asked.
"None. Maybe someday, but not right now," I replied.
"I'd like kids someday too. It'll be sure fun trying!" she winked at me, giggled and grabbed Bill's knee.
We ordered another round of drinks, as the rest of the crowd continued getting loud watching the end of the football game on TV.
Around 11:00 or so, Abby said, "It's getting real loud in here. Why don't we go back to our room and watch the end of the game in peace. We can break into the mini bar!"
Bill jumped in, "come on Ed, it'll be a lot more comfortable up there, and it's a full mini bar."
"Sure, what the hell. These Bears fans are getting out of control anyway." So I paid for the drinks at the bar and we went up to their room.