“If your wife puts arsenic in your coffee is that sign of marital troubles?” Chuck asked.
I spewed cola out across the table. People in the diner stared at me.
“What?” I shouted.
“I think June put arsenic in my coffee.”
“What the hell!” I shouted.
“It could have been Sweet and Low, Equal, or one of the other sweeteners.”
Wiping off my tie, I glared at him.
“Sure, we have issues, but I didn’t think she would try to off me.” Chuck said.
“Dammit Chuck, I told you to get therapy! You aren’t married!
June is your freaking parrot!”
I spewed cola out across the table. People in the diner stared at me.
“What?” I shouted.
“I think June put arsenic in my coffee.”
“What the hell!” I shouted.
“It could have been Sweet and Low, Equal, or one of the other sweeteners.”
Wiping off my tie, I glared at him.
“Sure, we have issues, but I didn’t think she would try to off me.” Chuck said.
“Dammit Chuck, I told you to get therapy! You aren’t married!
June is your freaking parrot!”
