Going White for the First Time

“Have you seen the new lady in the next building?” she asked.

Alexis, my wife, was the neighbourhood watchdog. She had recently been asked to notify the community leaders of any rule-breaking that happened. Little did they know she would take that bone and run with it.

“No, I haven’t,” I sighed.

She always found something she wanted to complain about. It could be anything from someone not cleaning up after their dog or a person parking in the wrong parking spot. The list went on and on.

“Lacey and I think she had work done,” she said while putting her make-up on.

“Really,” I said.

I worked nights at a nightclub. Most of the time, I was the bouncer at the door. Other times I worked the floor. It was an excellent job, which I loved.

“Yeah, she is very top heavy,” she said. “Totally unnatural for a woman to be that big.”

Alexis hated her job at the bank. If she wasn’t complaining about people in the neighbourhood, she was complaining about her job.

“Okay, I am off,” she said.

I took a quick shower then went to bed, falling asleep immediately.

My alarm went off at its usual time. There were just two hours until Alexis would return home from…