Friday, November 25, 2011
The stare down continued, and Tom refused to budge. How could he do otherwise? Looking away would destroy his principles, would forfeit everything he was as a person. He couldn't let this injustice stand. She knew better, dammit! How long had they been married now? How could she do this to him?! With a powerful swipe he slapped the top down and grunted, still staring, still fuming. Tonight, they would have words. Tonight, they might get divorced. Tonight, Tom would make it plain that nobody - NOBODY - put mustard on his god-be-damned ham sandwich.