” Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah………….”. As his wife rambled on, Harold wondered how he could make it stop. Could he accidentally drop his steak knife across the table? No. Could he accidentally drop the casserole dish on her head? No. Could the table-cloth accidentally find its way around her throat and the ceiling fan at the same time? Unfortunately not. As his mind wandered off into space, the outside noises slowly faded away. As he continued to eat, he was on a sunny beach in Tahiti. Life is good.
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