Coming back to California today, I settled into the normal Doan family routine. My dad picked me up from the airport and, as usual, we went to Sam Woo BBQ. The restaurant is the only "B" rated restaurant that I will go to without protest, and I am not the only one. This place is always packed with people waiting for Chinese bbq pork or ducks that hang from the window.
Later that evening, my mom and I went to the mall, as usual. As we were walking through Macy's, my mom quickly ran over to me and told me to look over by the bag section. I turned around and saw a family friend, who I learned was having an affair last time I came home. He was buying a big Coach bag with "the other woman."
I could not believe my eyes. The thought of adultery itself is enough to make my stomach turn, especially when you know the man cheating has three little kids. But to see such a public display of it was shocking, and even angering. I wondered if he wanted someone to catch him. If you know Santa Clarita, you know that you always run into people at the mall because there is nothing else to do here.
Not there is probably such thing as a good affair; but there is something about a public affair that just screams arrogance (or stupidity) to me.