They had meat for dinner almost every night.
But for months he had been eating tomatoes and feta cheese each night even though he hated feta cheese!
He couldn’t stand the taste and it made him sick!
She insisted all along he become a vegetarian and she insisted he eat feta cheese even though he loved meat and potatoes.
“Honey,” she said, “As long as you bring home the bacon you can have whatever you want!”
Which, this was the problem!
He hadn’t worked for months and tomatoes with feta cheese is a LOT cheaper than two people eating London broil!
(Even though they had plenty of money!)
He just shook his head.
But, why feta cheese he wondered ??
(She said it had something to do with goats milk and the symbiotic relationship goats have with tomatoes???)
She gloated it over him. The meat thing, I mean.
And the fact that he wasn’t working.
Naturally, he didn’t want to make waves so he ate the damned feta cheese. (After all he WAS unemployed) But he would NOT give in when she asked if he liked the feta cheese!
She always laughed, “I can tell by the look on your face it sickens you!!!”
One night he had to leave the table after eating a piece with green mold!
(He hated bleu cheese even more!)
She followed him to the bathroom chortling the whole way!
’’I know why you’re sick you jake ass!’’ she said. “It’s that cheese you liar! You hate it!’’
He told her he thought it was something he ate at the unemployment office.
She laughed again!
“Probably one of those meaty hot dogs you like so much you meat eating, in denial, vegetarian!” she yelled. A shit eating grin on her face.
She put her arms around him which, he though was kind of nice (for a change), but she faked one of those knee jabs to his crotch!
When doubled over she called him a doofey unemployed flack ass!
“You doofey eyed unemployed flack ass!” She yelled laughing.
What’s a ‘flack ass’, he wondered?