Oh No...Part Two

Remember when I told you about the case of mistaken drink identity at the ballpark?

Well, here's a follow-up.

If you missed the original story, I took some drinks of my husband's Diet Coke that was laying near my feet on the bleachers. Then another dad grabbed that bottle and walked away, only to finish off the beverage. Horrified, I looked at Greg, who to my surprise was actually holding his drink, which means I was taking swigs of someone else's cold beverage.

Thoughts of swine flu had me petrified for days.

Fast-forward to a week later. I'm sitting on the same row of the same bleachers at the same ballpark, when that same guy says hello to my husband. Greg asked how things were going, and the man replied, 'Not so good. I've got these sores in my mouth and had to see a doctor.'

I'm sure anyone who was watching would have seen a set of eyeballs pop out of my head. I thought to myself how odd that someone we met only weeks before would share something so personal. Greg commented back, saying sorry to hear it and what could it be, to which the guy said, 'Not sure. My doctor thinks it's the result of drinking after someone else.'

I about fell over.

I then realized I'd been had, all due to my clever husband outing me during a practice that I did not attend.

Hardee har.