Harold and Edna were having their usual high-stakes standoff in the middle of the supermarket cereal aisle.
Edna tossed a box of high-fiber bran flakes into the cart and snapped, “You absolutely do not need the sugary ones, Harold. You’re 78 years old. Those marshmallows will put you straight in the hospital.”
Harold grumbled under his breath, “At least if I’m in the hospital, the nurses won’t be nagging me about my diet.”
The moment Edna turned her back to inspect the organic oatmeal, Harold moved with the stealth of a ninja, swiftly swapping out the boring bran for a bright, neon-colored box of marshmallow cereal.
Everything went smoothly until they reached the checkout lane, where Edna’s sharp eyes instantly spotted the contraband on the conveyor belt.
“Harold!” she yelled. “What did I say about the sugar?!”
Without breaking a sweat, Harold leaned over to the cashier and whispered loudly:
“Trust me, ma’am… just scan it. A box of sugary cereal is a heck of a lot cheaper than a divorce attorney.”
