Dying To Love You
(I’m a writer, and so work from home. My husband is in IT, and tends to IM me around lunchtime for a chat. He’s also a complete troll, who shows affection through teasing.)
Husband: “<3” Me: “<3” Husband: “I’ll leave you to your writing. I just wanted to remind you, that you are loved.”
Me: “What? You’re being nice. What’s wrong?”
Husband: “Nothing…”
Me: “Oh, God! You’re dying. You’re dying, and you’re saying goodbye. That’s why you’re being nice.”
Husband: “I’m not dying.”
Me: “Oh. Well, unless you’re dying, go away.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?