We had been married about two years.
We had been given “Free Meal” certificates to a local Mexican restaurant.
We had two.
Not “Buy One Get One Free” but “Free Meal.”
But there was fine print:
“Limit one per table.”
After the server told us this, my husband piped up,
“What if we sit at different tables?”
Oh yes he did.
And yes we did.
Separate tables for the duration of our meals.
This was the night I realized I may very well be married to the CHEAPEST man alive, and it is the night he learned that cheapness doesn’t get you laid.
In fact all it really gets you is a lividly pissed off wife.
And who wants one of those?
Did you get here from StumbleUpon? Yes? Well hey, how are you? If you’re thinking I’m some sort of two bit whore you’d be sorely mistaken. This was written with sarcasm, unfortunately first time readers (especially you men) who don’t know that I regularly employ sarcasm and don’t know that I joke on a regular (healthy) basis with my husband don’t see this as the funny little story it was meant to be. I adore my husbandand he adores me no matter how much money is or isn’t spent. We ordered, received and ate our food from different tables, then moved and sat with each other for dessert and never went back to the restaurant mentioned. So there is no need to call me a floozy, whore, tramp or bitch. Thank you very much. xoxo-Casey