Marietta, GA –
Thirty-three year old divorced father of two Matt Poole insured that everyone
in attendance at his friend Rodney Spence’s Superbowl party was aware that he,
and he alone, brought the wings.
“Hey guys, the wings are on the counter by the microwave”,
he said jovially to a small crowd which had assembled near the kitchen. “I
brought ‘em”.
Poole then proceeded to grab a sriracha wing from the
tray and stroll through the den where the majority of the partygoers were waiting
for the kickoff. “Spicy”, he announced to no one in particular. “That’ll light you up”, he added, exhaling
sharply.
“Better get ‘em while they’re hot. Won’t be any left by halftime, I can assure you.”
“Matt doesn’t get out much these days”, Margo Swanson, his
neighbor and friend of his ex-wife explained.
“So this is kind of a big deal for him.
Honestly, I made the Thai curry and mango pineapple sauces”, she
continued, her voice dropping. “He texted
me night before last just freaking out because he doesn’t know the first thing
about cooking.”
“Only a few of these delicious cilantro lime wings left”,
the completely broken man extolled as the partygoers filed past him, oblivious
to his pleas.
At press time, Poole had cornered Rodney’s wife Belinda
and offered to give her his recipes in exchange for one of her single female
friend’s phone number.
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