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There was this woman journo, who worked in the City, but lived in one of the suburbs, and her bf was a financier. One day, on the way home, she pulled up outside the newsagent, as she'd run out of ciggs. Her boyfriend asked if she wanted him to go, and she said, "No. I'll only be two minutes. You wait here."
When she got back to the car, he was nowhere to be seen. She waited and waited, wondering where he'd wandered off to, and eventually drove home, expecting him to have gone off in a huff or something. He wasn't at home. 24 hours later, she reported him missing. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and so on. It transpired along the way that he'd had several women on the go and was in serious financial debt.
8 years later, no trace of him was ever found. She attended a party and heard a familiar laugh from across the room. She turned to see her ex with his arms around 2 busty blondes. She took a deep breath, marched over to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to wait in the car!"