New clothes, the man'd said. New clothes but cheap and colorful new clothes. Okay, no problem. I was not at all miffed that Gil had denigrated my thre...e-thousand dollar suit; he was right, I did look like an undertaker. And my car: it screamed old guy, boring, and unimaginative. So, next stops? Stan's Used Cars and Walmart. But, and then what?I had it! Marge's Dance Studio. It was but three blocks from my office. I passed the damn thing every day. My socialization could start there—maybe.Stan,. So now I am in Griggstown on Canal Road and the car ahead of me skids of the road into the canal. I quickly parked my car on a clear patch of the road popped my car trunk and grabbed a tire iron and immediately jump into the canal. The car was about to sink in the water. I could not open the door I broke the glass with the tire iron and then was able to unlock the door. I then took out the older woman and brought her back to the banks of the canal. Then quickly went back to the car. I opened. It was confirming our reservations for a Honeymoon Trip to Hawaii. Which brings us back to the question of how I found myself in such a pitiful state in the first place. Well, the answer is Stupidity! That's how! My own stubborn, irrational stupidity! Because if it weren't for my own stupidity, I wouldn't have found myself exiled to the couch for six months, nursing a wounded knee, being horny as hell, and having one severely pissed-off wife. And to make matters worse, every time I tried to. But lately, the college hadn't been able to field the salaries that attracted these candidates so the cottage had fallen into disuse.Not for the students in the dormitory who were enterprising enough to use it as a convenient spot to rendezvous with their boyfriends ... when Weneeded privacy and it got too cold to park on the skyline ridge. But since there were about 40 students in the dormitory and only that one bungalow, the decision of who could occupy it at a certain time, say a weekend.