Hates His Wife

Just a minute away from my house and one street over, there is a row of ordinary houses. They're older homes, ranch style, nothing particularly special. But when we moved in three years ago, we noticed that one man was always sitting in his garage. He's an older man with white hair, and he's typically shirtless (although as we get further into Fall, he'll probably throw on a t-shirt). He sits in his garage staring out at traffic, with his grill by his side. My sister, her husband and I started to speculate as to why this guy was in his garage all of the time. I believe it was Stephen who suggested it was because he hates his wife; he goes outside to get away from her.

Thus, Hates His Wife was born. We've seen his wife occasionally, usually when his grandkids are there, but not too often. Mostly it's just him and his grill. We wonder what all he cooks on that thing--is he just a steak man, or does he mix it up with some grilled chicken? We've driven by his house so many times staring out the window at him that he will now throw up a hand when he sees us. We worry about him when we don't see him. A road expansion is being planned which means Hates His Wife will probably have to sell his house to the state. I don't know where he'll move to, but I do know that we will miss him.