“Babe, I’m home!” Mel hollered as she dropped her keys in the plastic container by the door. It was Christmas Eve and she was ready to relax until the New Year.
There was no answer. “Babe?” Mel entered the sitting room only to stop short at seeing her boyfriend, Ken, sitting on a kitchen stool in the middle of the room in a gas mask and hazmat suit reading a newspaper. Instinctively, Mel took a few steps backward into the hallway. “Babe? What’s going on?”
“We had to fumigate.” Ken said through the mask.
Mel let out a shriek and ran back into the hallway, hoping she hadn’t breathe in anything toxic. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Asshole! Mel wanted to add but was too angry to utter the word.
“Oops!” was all Ken had to shout from the sitting room.
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