Honey

We were in a shopping complex doing our weekly shopping. I picked up a bar of soap and dropped it into the basket I was holding. My husband was inspecting the body spray section when I saw him standing a bit further down the aisle. He was looking at my husband under his lashes, checking him out. I stifled a laugh trying to compose myself.

‘Oh please, my husband muttered unaware of the attention he was getting from Honey, ‘this won’t smell like bird droppings’.

He thought I was laughing at the spray bottle he was about to choose!

We paid and walked out with the shopping bags. My husband went to get his motorcycle. I saw him again, holding his shopping bag with his hands trying so desperately to stand like a girl. His jaws and chin looked blue, due to constant shaving every four hours. He was wearing green sandals to match his green shirt. He was also biting his lower lip I believe in an effort to look coy and blinked his eyes like a rooster flapping its wings before they attack a hen for sex. Of course he looked hideous and pathetic. Why can’t he just be a man and live like everyone else.

I quickly looked the opposite direction and dumped the bags on the basket when my husband drove up to me.
 As we drove off I asked my husband, "Did you see the way Honey was dressed?"

"What? Where?" He said bewildered.

“Jeez, how could you have missed him sweets, he was standing there in front of us", I replied.

"Oh! He exclaimed. I thought that there was something wrong with that woman, she looked like a man!"