Worst day ever (popcorn STAY OUT)

[Ferris]

Normal Friday evening, I put Ferris Jr to bed and Mrs Ferris cleans the kitchen after dinner. We switch each night so that we are being equitable in our roles as caregivers.

It's been a long day, so I offer to go to the corner store to get a chekky cider and/or massive packet of crisps/cashews etc.

"What would you like, love?"

Her response almost struck me dead.

"Well, I'd really like popcorn"

What. What the fuck. What the actual fuck. I ask her to repeat herself.

"Yeah, popcorn. On my mind all day. You did offer?"

I'm distraught. Naturally I've kicked her out the house, and told her to take my son (too much admin otherwise). She's being coy and pretending to have absolutely no idea why I'm behaving the way I am but I know that utter twat popcorn is mixed up in this somewhere. Once she rallies the lawyers I'll be homeless but that's a concern for later.

I just... I just gotta ask... popcorn... why, man? After all we've been through? I thought it was all a bit of good natured ribbing. Still in shock tbh. It's all... a lot.

[popcorn]

you didn't tell her about us did you?

[Glebe]

The chekky cider is where it all went wrong.

[Ferris]

you didn't tell her about us did you?

Course I didn't, have enough work keeping that quiet. If the HS Art regulars found out we'd be finished.

[Al Tha Funkee Homosapien]

New patio time mate.

[Glebe]

Tell Mrs. Ferris you're having an affair with poo. What happens next will SHOCK you.