Picture the scene...the morning after bin emptying day, city5189 goes out to work at the same time as his current missus. He drags his wheelie bin up the path just as next door opens and his ex comes out in a dressing gown that accentuates her amble bosom. His current missus office ready with heels and stockings. Hair tied back. She's going for a few drinks with colleagues after work so has made an effort. Crisp white blouse and her best lacey bra under. She likes the attention of the men in that bar her and her workmates go into sometimes.
Ex in pink dressing gown isn't long out of the shower and her hair is still wet.
"Excuse me, is that my black bin you're taking in?"
"No, it's definitely our bin"
"Well can you tell me where mine is please?"
"I have no idea. I've just come out and honestly, this was the only one there and it's our bin."
"Honestly? Honestly? And tell me, what the fuck do you know about honesty? Were you honest with me when you were skulking around behind my back with my best friend? Were you honest when you told me you were going to watch the match with your mates when in fact you were in a Premier Inn in town with that little tramp. Was she better than me? Did she excite you more? Had you had enough of this?"
Ex unties her dressing gown to expose herself in the street. Current missus shakes her head.
"You two clearly have unfinished business and I'm better off out of it."
Gets in her car, drives away and is never seen again. Ex graffities his car and puts the house windows through. Ex's current bloke knocks fuck out of him on his return to work. city5189 is left on his own - a shell of a man. Turns to drink first and then inevitably drugs.
In a moment of clarity one cold morning in Piccadilly Gardens, he wonders what might've happened had he just been honest in the first place.