. . .and finds his wife. No, that wasn’t a lame joke. That was the nightmare lived by this unfortunate man.
As a married man, he was obviously only in this house of sin in search of directions to the nearest flower shop to purchase and expensive bouqet for his wife. . .and what does he get for his troubles? A swift kick the proverbial groin when he finds out his (soon to be ex-) wife has been working there for months.
What kind of sick feeling rockets through your veins at the moment when you’re perusing the line of whores and your eyes lock with your wife of 14 years? It’s not a guilty, ‘oh shit! I’m busted’ feeling, it’s more of a ‘how many slack-jawed randies have been plowing my wife?’ feeling. While neither are good. . .the latter is much, much worse. Talk about a shame spiral. OOOF.
Disgusting is what that is, son. . .and awkward. Very, very awkward.
