“Should you be eating that sandwich?” she said.
“No,” he said, “but it sure is good.”
“Could ya had the turkey instead?”
“No, I hate turkey. Besides, they used rye and I hate rye.”
“You could’ve asked them to use another kind of bread.”
“That’s just too much hassle.”
“But the doctor said you have to watch what you eat.”
“I am watching what I eat.”
“Sure… A greasy pastrami sandwich with pepperjack cheese with a side of fries, guard it with your life before somebody snatches it.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
“What’s the use, we all end up in the ground anyway.”
“You don’t gotta expedite the process.”
“I might as well enjoy life while I can.”
“But you’re making mines a living hell.”
“Oh, it’s not so bad.”
“Damn it. Why did you have to go see the doc today?”
“You made the appointment.”
“No, don’t blame this on me.”
“You’re always nagging me about getting stuff checked.”
“Why aren’t you taking this seriously?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Haven’t you been listening?”
“What?”
“You’re always brushing me off.”
“You’re always so negative.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Exactly what it means.”
“I’m not always negative.”
“Yes you are.”
“Like how?”
“It was just high cholesterol and only by a little bit the doc says.”
“Why couldn’t you had the turkey?”
“I hate turkey I said.”
“But that pastrami is not helping.”
“I’m not gonna kill over just becau…”
He clutches his chest and falls to the floor and lies motionless.
“Oh my god! Somebody! Call 911!”
She rushes to his aid.
He grabs her and kisses her.
“What the?”
“What?”
“You know how I am. Why you gotta play with my emotions?”
“Babe, relax I was just playing.”
“I hate how you play.”
“Come on let’s go.”
“Where?”
“Home.”
“I thought we were going to see a movie after.”
“No need. We can work on lowering my cholesterol at home.”
Giving her a few pelvic thrusts from behind.
“No, I really want to see a movie.”
“We’ll go see a movie after.”
“I never get what I want.”
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