“How’s it going?”
“Really bad,” she said. “The worst ever”
“What’s the matter?” He was starting to worry he might hear more than he wanted.
“All the way to work this morning I kept wanting to drive off the road into a tree. I can’t take it anymore.”
Hmm, too much information, he thought, but what should he do now?
“I thought you’d put the divorce behind you,” he said.
“It’s age. I look in the mirror every morning and realize I’ll never see sixty again.”