| I saw my coworker Don Monday morning. I was about to ask him how his weekend went when I noticed his black eye. It was a real shiner. "What the hell happened to you? Were you mugged?" I asked. "Worse" Don said painfully. "Were you hit by a car? What happened?" I asked again. "Barb and I went to up to that Bed and Breakfast in Nevada City this weekend. We met Jill and Lorne there." he said. "Well? How did you get that black eye? How did you get those bruises on your arms? What about that cut over your other eye? Were you in an auto accident?" I asked, interrupting his story. I let Don finish his story. "Well, Sunday morning we were seated at the table with Jill and Lorne and a couple on their honeymoon. We were all having breakfast together. That honeymoon couple looked at each other with love in their eyes, when he turned to his new bride and asked 'Would you please pass the sugar, sugar'. "We all smiled and Barb had that look, you know the 'isn't that romantic' look women get. "Then Lorne said to Jill 'please pass the honey, honey.' "Barb gave a heavy sigh and looked at me. The last thing I remember before waking up in the emergency room was turning to Barb and saying 'Please pass the tea-bag'." Don explained. |