A super annoyed wife—fed up with her husband’s chronic tardiness—scribbled a note declaring, “That’s it, I’m out! Don’t even think of chasing after me!” Then she sneakily crawled under the bed like a peeking ninja, waiting for the fireworks.
Before long, her husband ambles in, humming in the kitchen. From her hiding spot, she watches him saunter over to the dresser, grab the infamous note, and—get this—jot down a reply. He then dials a number on the phone and cheerfully announces, “At last, she’s hit the road… Yep, about time! I’m on my way to you, so slip into that gorgeous nightie, alright? I love you, can’t wait to see you, and guess what—we’re going to do all that mischievous stuff we adore!”
With that, he grabs his keys and speeds off, leaving the poor lady fuming but curious. Emerging from her hidey-hole with a mix of anger and tears, she snatches the note to find his mic-drop message:
“I can see your feet. Also, we’re out of bread—be back in five!”
Funny how even in a breakup, the kitchen essentials come into play!
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