conversation at check-out
One day while waiting in the check-out line at a local grocery store,
I struck up a conversation with a distinguished lady about marriage. As it turns out, I was on my third wife, and she happened to be on her fourth husband. “I grew up very poor,” she said. “So, I married a banker.” I listened intently, as she continued. “He passed away unexpectedly, and after a period of mourning, a friend of mine extended an invitation to a Broadway play, where I met a handsome actor. And as it turns out, we married six months later. Unfortunately, three years later he was killed in a plane crash. The whole thing was tragic, and left me devastated.” “Oh my, what on earth did you do?” I asked. “Well, during that ordeal of my husband's memorial services, a pastor at a church here in town comforted me so in my loss, and after ample time had transpired, we engaged in a courtship of heavenly proportions and ended up marrying each other.” “Oh no, what happened to him?” “Well, he died suddenly of a heart attack one night in his sleep.” “And the fourth husband?” “He is the caretaker at the funeral home that handled the burial of my previous husband.” “Wow,” I said. “So this must be it?” “Most certainly,”she replied. “Without a doubt, I can now say,'One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready...and four to go!'” |
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