Find your family and get out of here!
From Create Your Own Story
You spend the next hour wandering around looking for at least one face you recognize. Eventually you find your wife, Janice. She is carrying several large bags. Clearly she has enjoyed her time with your money.
"There you are," she says. "Tommy ran into a couple of friends from school, and Suzy's date is picking her up here, so it's just us. I'm exhausted from all this walking, so please take me home now."
She hands you all of the bags she's been carrying and leads the way to the exit gates. As you follow behind her, you think about your wife. The two of you met just after college. She was an ex-cheerleader and had gotten a job as a personal trainer for a large, local gym. While your early sex life was very good, she was pregnant with the twins after only a year of marriage and things have been much cooler ever since. You still have sex once in a while -- though only when she initiates it -- but it's been a very long time since you felt anything like you did this afternoon with the gypsy.
At least she still kept in shape. One thing Janice still cared about was her looks. She quit working for pay when the twins were born. You had a decent job as a tax attorney at the time and were on the fast track to partner. But Janice still worked out every day. Even at 44, her body rivaled that of women half her age. You watch her walk ahead of you, her 5'5" body perfectly filling the light cotton sun dress she wore today. She knows she has a great body, and she loves to show it off. Of course, that just makes you all the more frustrated when she doesn't let you have your way with it once in a while.
"Jesus, Janice. How much shit did you buy today?"
You remember thinking it was a good idea to park at the far end of the lot, to make it easier getting out. Of course you failed to consider the sheer magnitute of your wife's desire to spend your paychecks. As she approaches your SUV, she turns around with her hands on her hips and gives you the "what's your fucking problem" look.
"Don't get all cranky now," she says. "I just got a few things. Hurry up...I want to get out of here."
You unlock the car so she can get in, then pop the back and pack away all the bags.
"Maybe if you'd show some fucking appreciation once in a while," you say -- a bit too loudly.
Janice turns around and looks at you. "What did you say?"
What do you do?
