It was 2 am on a wild windy Sunday morning when I first saw the pink slippers. My wife’s pink slippers. She brought them home from the girls night out last night and was soundly sleeping when I went to the loo. Although the rest of the room was dark , that corner where the slippers were highlighted by the street lamp. My first impressions of the pink slippers were that I woke up in a wrong house or even dreaming. So I went back to bed.

When I woke up in the morning , or near afternoon , they were gone. Relieved , I got out of bed and made way to the kitchen , only to see those pink slippers again at the feet of my wife.  They stand out against the white grown and even whiter skin of hers. She turned around and saw me staring at her feet and her slippers. She happily explained them as gift exchange with her high school pal and how they were comfortable around her sole.

I thought they looked disgusting ,  especially the color , pink. Urgh!

I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would not be seeing them for most of the time and even at night , I would tell her to keep them in the closet. So I went out to the arranged golf session with my friends at nearby golf course. The day went as usual but I found myself unable to keep my thought away from the pink slippers at my wife’s feet.

I had 5 bogies , above my usual par , and list the beer bet to the guys. We had dinner , more beer and then went on our ways merrily. It was near to midnight when I reached home and I opened the shoe rack and guess what I saw. The pink slippers. Unable to stand any longer , I took them out of the house and threw them into the dump. Good riddance!

Satisfied , I turned around and went back in. Then to my bed. When I woke up , I could smell the breakfast my wife was already preparing. Surely , she would have noticed the missing pink slippers? I walked to the kitchen and that was when I knew I was mad.

She was wearing the pink slippers.

The End.