Somehow, Bubba (our butcher) is under the impression that I am available. I wear my wedding rings and make sure to mention my husband’s name in every conversation. One day, I asked him where he got this crazy idea.
“Well Ma’am, it stands to reason that since your hubby is spreadin’ hisself thin — I see him and a little blonde chickee goin’ into the bar across the street, there — he nodded toward Kay-Kay’s Tavern, that you might as well have some fun too. If you ain’t already, I mean.”
“In that case Bubba, let’s you and I have some fun too; you may pick me up this evening at 8:00.”
Written for GirlieOnTheEdge Six Sentence Stories.
aka, The Abject Muse 
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