Picture this: a woman, irritable and fuming because her husband, the ultimate timekeeper, is late again. She decides she’s had enough and leaves a note that reads, ‘I’ve had enough and have left you. Don’t bother coming after me.’
But wait! This isn’t your typical walkout scenario. Oh no, she goes all espionage mode and hides under the bed to see his reaction. Is it genius? Is it madness? Stick around to find out.
Not long after, her husband finally walks through the door. She hears him clattering around in the kitchen—probably looking for a snack because, you know, priorities. Then he makes his way to the bedroom.
With bated breath, she watches from her vantage point under the bed as he approaches the dresser and picks up the note. This is the moment of truth.
He reads the note. And then, oh so mysteriously, he writes something on it before making a quick phone call.
‘She’s finally gone… yeah I know, about bloody time. I’m coming to see you, put on that sexy French nightie. I love you… can’t wait to see you… we’ll do all the naughty things you like.’
The wife hears this and now her blood is practically boiling. Could this be happening? Has she unearthed a secret love affair by pretending to be gone? The suspense is killing us too.
The husband hangs up, grabs his keys, and leaves. She hears the car engine come to life and drive away. It’s official, he’s gone.
Seething with rage and tears streaming down her face, she crawls out from under the bed. It’s time to face the music. She grabs the note to see what he wrote.
And there it is, in plain sight. It reads, ‘I can see your feet. We’re outta bread: be back in five minutes.’
So there you have it. What started as a dramatic investigation into her husband’s lateness spiraled into a revelation that she’s terrible at hiding. Moral of the story? If you’re going to play surveillance expert, maybe choose a spot where your feet aren’t sticking out.
