Past Imperfect

Past Imperfect – #476

Mary, left: “Why on earth are you banging on my door at such a socially-unacceptable hour?”

Bette, right: “Don’t play coy with me. I’ve known for months that my husband has been cheating on me. I just didn’t know where or who, so I hired a detective and he phoned me just minutes ago to report that my husband was seen entering this very apartment.”

Mary: “So a man goes to another apartment. That doesn’t mean he’s cheating. There are lots of things one can do in an apartment that other people didn’t know about until a few minutes ago.”

Bette: “You’re being obtuse and annoying. I demand to speak to my husband this very instant!”

Mary: “But darling, you are speaking to your husband. And I’m glad we’re having this little chat, because there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”

 

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  1. Wow! Didn’t see THAT coming…nor did Bette apparently. I can see her confusion though, some of those ‘girls with the wrong plumbing downstairs’ are prettier than their genuine sisters and a whole lot more put together. Explains at least why some of us with the correct bidet in our shorts are often mistake for men. Some women (me among them) think nothing of going out sans correct figure enhancing undies, in tattered and comfy ‘jogging’ pants, our hair awry and no makeup visible whatsoever. (make up is overrated..I haven’t seen the sense in it since 2012 when hubby passed on). So Bette can be forgiven her short sightedness. Mary (heh heh heh) is accessorized, probably subtly perfumed, her hair is perfect and she is wearing sequins. What other conclusion could there be but she’s a he? As said, they’re prettier and better put together than ‘we’ are..

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  2. Ah, I see what you mean!
    Really, we should cut Bette some slack. If you marry someone as handsome as that, there are bound to be strings attached. Extra assessories as well. On the plus side, double the wardrobe, double the fun!

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