Frustrated by her husband’s habitual tardiness, a woman resolved to take action. Leaving a note behind that declared her departure and urged him not to follow, she concealed herself under the bed, eager to witness his reaction.
Soon enough, the sound of his arrival filled the house, echoing from the kitchen to the bedroom. From her covert vantage point, she watched as he discovered the note on the dresser.
Minutes passed before he scribbled a response and reached for the phone. “She’s finally left”, he uttered, his voice tinged with relief. “Yes, I’ll be right over. Get ready in that gorgeous French nightie. I adore you. Can’t wait for our time together… We’ll indulge in any fantasies you desire.”
With that, he hung up, swiftly gathered his belongings, and left. As the engine of his departing car faded into the distance, the woman emerged from her hiding place, a tumult of anger and tears swirling within her. Snatching up the note, she braced herself to read his words. “I can see your feet”, it read. “We’re out of bread; we’ll be back in five minutes.”