So for Christmas my wife and I decided to go out and buy a box of Norwegian chocolates. It was one of the long, slender rectangular boxes and so we decided that we'd each eat from one end and eventually meet in the middle à la Lady and The Tramp. My wife doesn't know, however, that I have been carefully unwrapping my chocolates and leaving the wrappers back in the box - in pristine condition. What can I say; I'm a lazy neat freak.
Enter the repair man. While I'm at work, my wife is at home on maternal leave when the repair man arrives. The perfect set-up for a bad porno, I know. He fixes our refrigerator and my wife is so impressed with the good job that she offers him some chocolates to take home. From my end of the box.
As she's dishing them out into a little Tupperware container, she notices that they are rather light and "have a tiny gap of air between the wrapper and the outer shell of the chocolate." But "Oh well", she thinks, "that just must be how they do it in Norway."
So, my wife send him home with a container of garbage and didn't realize she did so until I came home that night in a deranged chocolate craze, asked her about my chocolates, and then explained the whole thing. She calls the repair man at 8:00 PM and profusely apologizes.
Moral of the story: Don't fuck with my chocolates.
Submitted January 20, 2016 at 08:22PM by RSN_Rytlock http://ift.tt/1UbCEBT tifu
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