Can’t Help But Sweat It
(I’ve just gotten home from work. It’s summer time and my job is physically demanding, so I’m in sweat overdrive. My husband greets me and buries his face in my cleavage as I’m getting ready to take a shower.)
Me: “Get out of there! I’m sweaty!”
Husband: “Don’t care.”
Me: “I care! I stink!”
Husband: “DON’T CARE!”
Me: “Ugh, let me at least go take a shower. THEN you can stick your face in there. And it will smell better.”
Husband: “Okay!”
(He lets me go. Sad thing is this happens almost every time I come home from work.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
