Porn and the married folks

I don't do lunches. Nothing against the actual eating of lunch, but I'm bullshit challenged and I have to live with these people here, so I try to avoid being around them much. Just in case I go and open my mouth and say something that will come and bite me right on my arm.

This time I couldn't get away because the call came while I was too concentrated on something else (Jeeves as in Fry) to come up with my usual inventive and realistic excuse for not doing lunch with the ladies that do lunch a tad too often. So they had me. Lunch.

The restaurant was lovely, as it always is, and reminded me of a French bistro I went to in another life. I go, I greet, I sit. The four other ladies are already vivaciously talking to each other - something about husbands and how bad they can be.

I'm being good. I'm quietly considering the calories in the duck spring rolls and calculating how many hours of cardio it will take so I can get away with what I'm about to eat (my doctor has taken all the fun out of my life).

"So what did he do?"

Apparently the wife found the man's porn collection. There's nary a pause before the women are all emitting noises of disgust for the man's perfidy and the woman's immense stoicism for enduring such a man.

( In defence of porn - ineloquently )