Buffet Blues

“Let’s go for Chinese, you said, maybe get the buffet?” he parroted. “Why do I put stock in your restaurant choices?”

“Oh, stop your whining Aldus, …and maybe don’t belly up to the trough nine times.”

“At $13.99 a head, it’s highway robbery. I gotta get our bloody money’s worth, Mary!” he fired back as he bolted for the loo.

“Then don’t complain that you got the collywobbles!”

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