A woman, frustrated at her husband for always coming home late from golf, decided to leave a scathing note for her husband:
“I’ve had enough of this, Gary. You love that golf course more than you love me. Well, I’m done. I’m leaving, and don’t you dare come after me.”
With one final flourish, Theresa signed the note and left it prominently displayed on the dresser.
But instead of simply storming out, she had a plan. Quickly, she slid under the bed, positioning herself to see Gary’s reaction when he discovered her departure.
It wasn’t long before the sound of the garage door opening and Gary’s footsteps echoed through the house.
Theresa held her breath as he entered the bedroom, making a beeline for the dresser.
She watched intently as Gary picked up the note, his brow furrowing as he read the words.
After a brief pause, Theresa saw him reach for a pen and jot something down on the paper.
Then, to her utter astonishment, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“She’s finally gone! I’m coming to see you. Put on that lingerie I love, darling. I can’t wait to be with you.”
Theresa’s jaw dropped as she listened to her husband’s adulterous conversation, her heart racing with a mix of fury and betrayal.
How dare he? After all these years, he was carrying on an affair behind her back?
As Gary hung up the phone and hurried out of the room, Theresa couldn’t contain her rage any longer.
She scrambled out from under the bed, snatching up the note to see what Gary had written.
There, in his familiar scrawl, were the words:
“I can see your feet. We’re out of bread. I’ll be back in five minutes.”
