" he replied.I knocked on the door once again "rap" "rap".....this time the door opened and standing there wearing just pajama bottoms was a tall gorg...ous guy.....blond hair, blue eyes, easily 6 foot 2 and about 190 pounds. He momentarily took my breath away. "Don't mean to be a bother Sir." I said "but I have a note for you."As I handed him the envelope "I'm sorry please come in." he said as he opened the envelope. " Now what? I'm beginning to hate this whole wedding fiasco."When he opened the. "From all reports, and especially from the results, you have the ability to become a first class representative for me." To my widened eyes, he continued. "Yes, you have reached a... a..." He struggled for the English word for a moment. "...cusp - a fork in the road as it were - that will require a decision from you before you continue." I knew exactly what he was referring to. I needed to tell him if I was interested in this new "job." No problem - I had long since decided. "Mr.. ” It was 9:45 then. ooOoo We jumped in my car and drove the ten minutes across town. I was right, the sign in their window said they were open till eleven. We still had about an hour. When we went in there were two other couples waiting to be seated so I gave the host our names, Robert and Jacqui and we waited. While we were waiting, I had a thought. I wondered if Trisha was working tonight. I hoped so and presumed she likely was since she had been last Saturday. Apparently they were just. Glasses. Buck teeth. And my name, Chuck.My mother is a fan of Chuck Mangione. She loves him and his horn. The year I was born his album "Save Tonight For Me" was big and she loved it. Her most favorite song in the whole world is "Give Your Heart A Chance" from that album. I have heard it so many times I go crazy if I hear the first two notes. Any way, she named me after him. Chuck. Doesn't sound bad does it? But there is always some asshole who will say it. You know. "What's up Chuck?" And.