Getting Even
One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry
sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all matted down.
We felt sorry for her, put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. We
didn't know what to call her, so we named her 'Pussycat.'
The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know
when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said, 'OK, but
don't forget to wash her, she stinks.' He reminded the vet that it was his
WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.
My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband
'El-Cheap-O', and my husband calls the vet 'El-Charge-O' They love to hate
each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with my husband getting in
the last word on this particular occasion.
The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located
in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD's waiting room and office
was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side door opened and the vet
leaned in - he had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at
my husband and in a loud voice said, 'Your wife's pu$$y doesn't stink any
more and it's finally clean and shaved, so she now smells like a rose. Oh,
and, by the way, I think she's pregnant. God only knows who the father is!'
Then he closed the door.
Now THAT, my friends, is getting even.
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