A man and his wife were feuding. In fact, he couldn’t recall their last pleasant conversation.
One afternoon, while passing through the kitchen, he observed that she’d set the table with their finest bone china.
“Who did you invite to dinner?” the man said. “I know you wouldn’t cook anything for me. It must be someone special, to go to the bother.”
The man sat down and picked up a spoon. “I hope your friend won’t mind,” he said. “But I can’t remember the last time I ate a good meal.”
The man noisily slurped at his soup.
“Vile!” he complained. “Are you trying to poison someone? Are you sure it wasn’t meant for me?” But, still, he ate the entire thing, until the spoon rudely scraped against the bottom of the bowl.
When the man heard a knock at the door, he announced, “That must be your friend. I’ll be a good host and greet him.”
But when he opened the door, there was nobody there. And as he passed through the kitchen again, the man saw that his wife had set their table with the finest bone china.
“Who did you invite to dinner?” he said. “I know you wouldn’t cook anything for me. It must be someone special, to go to the bother.”
In this way he haunted his wife for many years.
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