Not Listening
“Honey, I have important obligations to the hat cult I just can’t ignore,” Jenna said, clicking her heels.
“Okay. Do what you must,” Phil replied, not even bothering to look away from the TV.
“Did your husband listen to what you said?” Jenna’s best friend Catherine asked.
“No. He never does when football is on. I can say the most outlandish things and he always agrees with me.”
“Like what?”
“Like… Phil, there’s a horde of flesh-eating zombies outside trying to break in.”
“Sounds good, Jenna. Have fun,” Phil nodded, emptying another beer can.
“Ah, that’s hilarious,” Catherine replied. “Are there exceptions though?”
“Only one. If I say… Babe, a latex-clad hypnodomme is here to turn you into her obedient bitch. Come quickly.”
Phil was already standing next to his wife even before she finished talking. He surveyed the entrance, looking for his reward, but found only disappointment.
“It was a joke? Fuck!” he returned to the sofa and sighed.
“Good to know he still has some priorities straight,” Catherine said. “But you really should throw him a bone right now.”
“You want me to hypnotize him for real? If I do, we’re going to miss Happy Hour.”
“But we can have a wonderful night nonetheless… Come on, Jenna! Let’s have fun.”
The two women took off their jackets and sat on the sofa next to him, eyes glimmering with a ravenous appetite. Phil reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
