Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Package

My wife had been telling me how her boss had been flirting with her at work, and how she thought maybe he might be considering her for the executive sales position.  She invited him for dinner tonight, to discuss the opening.  I was to greet him at the door dressed in my French maid's dress, and then, instead of showing him to the living room, I was to direct him to our bedroom where he would find my wife dressed so, neatly wrapped in a bow. 
Needless to say, they didn't eat dinner until much later.