Possibly the most consistently angry man in the land has a surprise waiting for him at home…

            ‘Here we go baby, have something to eat…’Yvonne begins as she walks into the front room with a tray of snacks for her husband. But she stops. ‘John, what did I tell you about your briefcase. Don’t throw it like that again, you’ve messed up the coverings on the sofa’

            John stops mid yawn and holds his wife in his gaze. She looks back at him. He is about to retort but doesn’t have a chance as his wife continues.

            ‘And your dirty shoes on the table! What the hell is wrong with you John? Are you some kind of savage? Do you know who has to clean your dirt up when you’ve gone gallivanting around the country on business?’ Yvonne spits. ‘And where is your jacket?’

            John opens his mouth to speak but is silenced.

            ‘No actually I don’t want to hear any of your stories John. All that comes out of your mouth is rubbish excuses’

            ‘But honey, I’m sorry my baby. When you hear what happened you’ll agree I did the right thing’

            ‘The right thing? THE RIGHT THING? YOU COME HOME AND TREAT THIS PLACE LIKE A HOTEL, EXPECT ME TO BE YOUR SLAVE AND YOU TALK ABOUT THE RIGHT THING? YOU CRAZY IDIOT!’ and with that the tray of snacks goes flying at John, a cocktail sausage hitting him in the centre of the forehead. He jumps to his feet and tries his best to placate his fuming wife but he looks a bit silly with beans splattered on his cheek.

            ‘Baby please calm down, I said I’m sorry. I’ve had a bit of a rough day and I wasn’t thinking straight…please baby’

            ‘ROUGH DAY?’ Yvonne screams as she thrashes out of John’s awkward embrace. ‘I’M THE ONE WHO IS STUCK AT HOME WASHING CLOTHES, IRONING AND COOKING. AND WHO DO I DO IT FOR? STUPID YOU, THAT’S WHO. I DON’T KNOW WHY I BOTHER’ and she storms out of the room slamming the door behind her causing pictures to shake and threaten to drop.

            John looks on timidly. He sits quietly on the edge of the sofa. Hands clasped together in nervous prayer.

            God! He thinks, that woman has an anger management problem.

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  • arisha on Nov 11, 2009

    superb… very entertaining

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