He stood in the hot steaming shower, eyes closed, vigorously lathering up his head with both hands. He froze when he heard the bathroom door creak open.
“Got enough shampoo?” his wife asked.
She knew he didn’t. She knew his bottle had run dry.
“Didn’t realize you slipped out and picked up some more…”
She knew he hadn’t. She knew he had completely forgotten and was using her “expensive stuff” instead.
“Well, I’m just happy you’re covered. Enjoy your shower,” she said sweetly upon exiting.
She knew the threat had landed.
And that she’d have a new bottle by morning.
The Weekday One Hundred 