Poor Communication

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Leo’s boat has broken down scores of miles into the Atlantic.  He finally reaches Sylvia.

“Honey,” he says. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“Yes dear,” he says. “I know it’s J.F.K.’s birthday.”

“Yes sweetheart, I realize the man’s dead.  It was in all the papers.”

 

She then rambles on about the sale on pork chops at Krausmeyer’s,  Mrs. Gerrity’s grandson’s report card, and the latest episode of her favorite T.V. show.  

 

Finally she asks him, “Oh I’m so very sorry. What did you want, honey?”  

 

Completely flabbergasted by then he simply sighs and says, “O, never mind.”

 

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