A woman, fed up with her husband’s chronic lateness, decided to deliver some drama. She scrawled a breakup note like a soap opera star:
“I’ve had enough! I’m leaving you! Don’t you dare follow me!”
Then, like a budget spy, she slid under the bed to watch the chaos unfold.
A little while later, hubby strolls in, humming like he just won the lottery. He spots the note, reads it, and without missing a beat, scribbles something on it. Then he makes a phone call.
“She’s finally gone! Yep, took her long enough. I’m on my way, baby. Slip into that hot little number, yeah? We’re gonna get real creative tonight. Love ya!”
He hangs up, grabs his keys, and zooms out of the driveway like Fast & Furious: Homewrecker Edition.
Furious and sobbing, the wife wiggles out from under the bed like an angry dust bunny. She grabs the note to see what he dared to write.
It read:
“I can see your feet. Also, we’re out of bread. Back in 5.”
