Women and Men and Chocolate

Women and Men and Chocolate

Closing the door as quiet as possible, he tip-toed in and fearfully scouted the place.  Secretly, he hoped she wasn’t around. 

“John, is that you?” Annie called out in hopeful anticipation. 

He looked sheepish, panicked even.  He braced himself, “Look, I couldn’t get it for you okay?  They didn’t understand me”.

“C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E.  What’s so hard about remembering how to ask for chocolate in Italian John?!  I’m dying for it!  We are in Italia, how can there be none to be found?!” Annie asked in exasperation.

“I went to three different corners, they didn’t have it at any of the stands…”

Annie cut him off, “How could they NOT have it?  It’s everywhere!  I bet if I go down there they will have it, you just don’t care!”

“I wish there was a Midol mace spray…” he mumbled under his breath, or so he thought.

Whipping around, wild-eyed, and with a sharper tongue she rounded on him, “What did you say?  Are you saying I’m a horrible person?  What is wrong with you?”

When her voice started to crack and the tears starting to flow he felt helpless and terrible at the same time.  Sighing, “I’m sorry, no, you aren’t…”

“It’s not easy going through this every month, you don’t know what it’s like!  I can’t help it!” she cried.

“I’m sorry!” he cried in exasperation. 

“Okay, okay…Well, how did you say it?  Maybe you said it wrong?”

He raised one eyebrow.  “I miei piedi sono polli.”

She looked at him, blinked, and laughed hysterically.  I mean unable to breathe laughter.

Looking annoyed, “What?”

“You…hahahahaaa…said….hahahahaaa… ‘My feet…hahahaaahaaaahaaa, my feet are chickens!  Haaaaahahahahaaaa!!!!” and she fell to the floor.

His face went red, “I don’t believe a word of it!” then fell to the floor with her, both of them laughing hysterically.