You would have to have a heart of stone not to burst into delighted laughter at this story:
Last weekend, the man told his wife he was going out drinking with work colleagues, when in reality he was travelling to a motel on the outskirts of town.
Now go read the rest.
Some kind of a wonderful karmic balance, kind of like one of the old O.Henry stories and making the news is the whipped cream topping with a cherry at the ending. Husband to Hooker/Wife, “WTF? You think I am going to pay for this ole piece of ass?” Hooker/Wife to husband, “You ain’t never gonna get it for free any more!”
If he’s married to her, it ain’t free.
For damn sure, it’s going to cost him even more now.
Can I invoke the Trades Descriptions Act? 🙂
Brings to memory the old Rupert Holmes tune – Escape (the Pina Colada Song) except there was no [immediate] money exchanged. Was quite a bit more romantic than this story out of Kansas.
It would seem that a discount would be proper; but would it be “professional”, or “personal”?
Guy comes home from work to find a new Caddy in the driveway.
The wife says, “Happy 25th Anniversary, honey. How do you like your new car?”
“A new Caddy?!? How the Hell did you pay for it,” he asks.
“Well, call me sentimental but every time we made love since our wedding night I put $5 dollars in a cookie jar and used that to pay cash for the car.”
Hubby says, “Hell, if I’d known you were doing that I’d have given you ALL my business!”
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