The produce department at Wegmans. John is weighing a couple of bananas on a department scale. As he applies the price label to the plastic bag, his wife approaches, pushing a shopping cart.
She gives him several light smacks on his butt.
PG: Come on, make room!
She sees a small older woman, who is staring and whose jaw has dropped open.
PG: (Shrugging) It's all right. He's my husband.
Woman: I had to wonder!
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