Harry left home early one morning and headed to the airport for a short business trip to Chicago.
He had only driven a few blocks down the road, when he realized he had left his plane ticket on top of the dresser.
Pleased with himself that he had allowed plenty of time to get to the airport for his business trip, he did a u-turn and headed back to the house.
He quietly opened the front door and walked into the kitchen, where he saw his wife washing the breakfast dishes, wearing just her skimpiest negligee.
She looked so good that he quietly tiptoed up behind her, reached around and squeezed her left breast.
“Just leave one quart of milk”, she said. “Harry won’t be here for breakfast tomorrow”.
I’d love to know the rest of the story, but I’m guessing it involved a cancelled flight and a costly divorce. Anyone care to write the next chapter and leave us a comment? We would love to hear from you.
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