Reuleaux Triangle

Reuleaux Triangle

July 22, 2024

“Sharon may never forgive me.”

I was late coming home and even later getting to the restaurant. Sharon was waiting for me there. She was there until 10:30pm. Then, she departed for greener pastures. Perhaps for the night. Perhaps forever.

I could have calculated my odds of a second chance, but I politely declined the opportunity when I encountered Wendy.

Wendy was my waitress who was leaving her shift to sit at the bar. She nursed a glass of white wine and a constant look at me, wondering what my next move was.

I wondered what my next move was.

By 8am the next morning, with Wendy asleep on my arm, I need not wonder anymore.

Then the house phone rang. I forgot about its external speaker until it was too late.

“Hey, I wanted to come home this morning and talk. However, (apparently) someone has your attention for (apparently) the entire evening. I should have done as you (apparently) did. I had the offers. I still have a few of the phone numbers. Kick the bitch out of my bed or lose me forever.”

Sharon was to the point. As Wendy arose, her use of colorful metaphors weren't. They knew where they stood. I knew where I stood. By the scowl on Wendy’s face, but the trace of her hand across my leg, I had to rethink what I knew to be true.

He who hesitates is lost. I sat up and grabbed Wendy’s hand with mine, pulling her back into bed. With my other hand, I grabbed my phone to call Sharon.

My message was terse, but filled with (an ironic type of) hope.

“Get home now! You’re next.”

In geometry, circles are the most perfect shape, but triangles distribute forces better.

Finally, an application of high school geometry worth remembering.