I put up this story in hubs but no response. Let me see if it draws many people here.
Here is a story, folks, left in the lurch, as it were!Anybody and everybody is most welcome to continue with the story and it could even be a chain story with more and more people joining in:
I had been sitting, nursing my coffee, in the darkest corner of the make-shift restaurant for what looked like a lifetime but could not have been more than 20 minutes, thinking of ways to killing my wife - well, not actually thinking but reveiwing -but discarding one after another as implausible and at my wits end when in walked the object of my hate in person!
It was all I could do not to jump out of my skin for, the last person I expected to see in such a seedy place but more than that, the last place I would have expected my oh-so-high-flown wife to show up in her never-get-old-clothes.How could they? I have never known her to wear a dress more than 3 or 4 times!
