“John” Finds “Wife” in “Special Services” Department

No, this is not a re-make of the song Roxanne by the rock group Police. I only wish that it were. The Reuters news service tells of us of a man going about his life, minding his own business, going to a house of ill-repute, (all in an average day I suppose), and finding that his own wife is an employee there.

I Do I DO I DO I DO!!!!!!

Normally I have a hard time watching comedies that focus on awkward actions that create embarrassing situations, but I would have LOVED to be a fly on the wall at that particular instant. To defend the hubby, it was either his first time at that particular whore-house OR he was going to his first one. Although I kind of doubt that last one, it is a lot funnier if that is the case. (Not that he should be going to one in the first place, ladies, and I fully acknowledge that. I have never, and this is the truth, EVER paid for sex under any situation.)

Likewise, this was either her first time in that ancient profession, or she had carefully avoided the whore-houses that her husband had been frequenting. My bet is that it was all just the luck of the draw. The reason that I say that is that is if you are they type to go to a brothel, you probably have done that more than once. If you are the type of wife to bring in money for “extra Tupper-ware” by selling your body, chances are that you have also done that before.

Can you imagine being the judge in these proceedings? It is rather easy to find common ground in this filing. Let’s see….hmmmm……he is a whoremonger…..and she is a whore……

“Why don’t you two work something out and save some effort??”

Maybe she goes out and rents a cheap motel room. Then maybe he comes by and “picks her up.” They can stay disease free (unless that is already gone) and they still come out with a financial balance of about $0.00. He gets some whoopee and she gets some Tupper-ware money.

Never-mind, I guess that they are probably too far gone after the first initial shock of discovering who they both really were. I still would have loved to be a fly on the wall at that instant.