After an hour of enjoying the mild breeze and morning splendor among towering buildings and carefully designed green oasis,' I stopped in at McDonald's to purchase a cup of coffee for my comatose husband.  I was ready to get moving!

As I walked in the door, still smiling from the refreshment of my morning walk, a man about my age looked up and said, "Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" 

I glanced from him to his open laptop and back before repying with a question of my own, "Why would you ask me that?  Do you think you know me?"

"No," he said. "But I want to."

Without losing my smile, I said.  "Didn't you see my wedding ring?"

"Yes," he grinned.  "But you don't have to tell everything."

"Why would I want to do something I wouldn't tell the man I love with all my heart?" I said.

"Well, I can always try," Another big grin.

"Let me ask you something," I said, still smiling.  "Do you know the God of the Bible?" (this is not my normal response to an invitation to adultry)

"Yes," he answered.  "Sure I do."

"Well what do you think He thinks about what you are doing?"

"i don't know..."

"I don't think you are living up to His expectation," I said.  "Think about it."

I walked away, aware that his eyes followed me to the counter.  I purchased my husband's coffee, extra sugar please, and turned to leave the same way I had come in.

My "friend" looked up, sill grinning, and I said (still smiling), "I hope you think about what I said."  His grin widened. 

"You will meet your Maker some day my friend," I said, "and it won't be that long."

For the first time the grin flickered and almost went out. I could see the gentleman (did you catch the irony?) wondering if I was going to kill him myself or send my enraged husband down to do it.

Still smiling, I backed through the door and waved at him with my husband's hot steaming cup of coffee. 

I returned to the hotel and entertained my waking husband iwth a chronicle of my morning's activities, concluding with, "I hope this doesn't make you worry about me walking downtown."

His only response, "I'm not worried about you, I just feel sorry for the poor guy."