My wife and her Boomer Bunco Buddies were near the end of their night of rolling the bones and one of the players who enjoys the exuberance of prescription drugs said she wanted to get paid her winnings quickly because she had to get home.
“I have issues with XXXX (her husband.)” Not missing an opportunity for some juicy gossip the group asked, almost in unison, what the issues were. “I don’t know,” she said “I’ll think of them in the car on the way home.”
You can’t make this stuff up.