That's Irony for You
This morning started out as quite an adventure. My friend called (and woke me up) at 10:30, asking if I could do her a huge favor and drive her somewhere, with details to be filled in when I picked her up. Never one to turn down a friend in need, I said of course, and that I'd be there in 20 minutes. When she got into the car, I jokingly asked "Are we moving a body? If so, I'm wearing the wrong shoes. If not, are we bailing someone out of jail?" Imagine my surprise when she laughed and said, "Actually, we are bailing someone out! P [her boyfriend] got arrested last night."
Neither of us has ever done this before (I know, surprising on my part) so we had no idea what to expect or what we were supposed to do. In fact, she didn't even know why he'd been arrested! So off we drove to the Maricopa County Prison to bail him out, all the while wondering what it was like: would he be in a jumpsuit? Had he dropped the soap? Would they get conjugal visits? If so, how did that work? Did they get to go somewhere or would they have to stay in the jail? I don't know if she was even upset, she was in such high spirits and making a jokes about the absurdity of him arrested. When we first arrived at the bail window, it was 11:30, and he hadn't yet seen the judge, so we were told to come back in an hour.
Since it made no sense to go back home, we went off to get some lunch at a nearby restaurant. Over eggs (her) and grilled cheese (me), we talked about school, rugby (she was one of my best players - sucks that she graduated), and our relationships. She and P started dating here at school, much like K and I, and have been together for 2 years. She got an amazing job in the Middle East, and is probably one of the most level-headed, big-hearted, other hyphenated adjective people on this planet. She's great. Let's just put it that way.
Anyway, after lunch, we went back to the bail window, and were 9th in line, so we sat down and started chatting about what she and P were going to do once she left the country. He planned on moving out and joining her, which I thought was really sweet. She told me about how they'd had a rough 2 years, since they tended to take every other semester off and went abroad (to different places), and that she'd often been told by other people that they'd heard rumors about P. She's not one to believe rumors, especially when people can't give her proof. Besides, she and P make sense, and are one of the favorite couples on campus. But I digress... After finally paying bail, the woman tells my friend that P will be released in about 3 hours, so we decided to head home, and she'd just call me later when we needed to go pick him up.
A few hours later, she sent me a text letting me know that he was being released at 10:30 tonight. Since I had quite a bit of time before then, I goofed off for awhile, then went to Safeway to get some dinner and groceries. As I looked for some cheese, my friend called, and said "There's been a change of plans."
Apparently, thinking back on all the rumors, something had nagged at her, so she decided to look at his email. Turns out, those rumors were true. During every time they'd been apart, he'd cheated on her with a string of different girls. Strippers, prostitutes, random chicks... I couldn't believe it. The worst part of it is that she'd asked him straight to his face every time she'd heard a rumor, and every time, he lied. She had given him multiple chances to come clean, and every time he'd lied to her. I admire her though. All she did was pack up her things and book the first flight home. All she left him was an email telling him she knew everything. She bailed him out, but he would have to find his own way home.
