โœฆ My husband started to smell really bad โœฆ

My husband started to smell really badโ€ฆ I mean, REEK. I made an appointment for him with the urologist and decided to go with him for support.

He went into the doctorโ€™s office and the doctor closed the door.

Five minutes later, the doctor comes out and his face turns red when he sees me. Doc (barely holding back laughter): You might want to go in and see for yourself.

Me: โ€˜Doctor, whatโ€™s going on? Why are you laughing?โ€™ Then my husband comes out.
He: Honeyโ€ฆ Iโ€™m not sure how to say thisโ€ฆ But Iโ€ฆ

โ€œโ€ฆI left a sandwich in my underwear drawer.โ€

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. โ€œYou WHAT?โ€

He scratched the back of his neck, his face as red as a tomato. โ€œOkay, soโ€ฆ remember last week when I was watching the game, and you kept calling me to take out the trash? I got distracted and shoved the sandwich I was eating into my drawer for โ€˜just a secondโ€™ to get up. Then I totally forgot about it.โ€

The doctor, still standing nearby, was now openly chuckling. โ€œTurns out, a rotting sandwich can do a lot to a personโ€™s hygiene.โ€

I blinked, trying to process what I was hearing. โ€œSo, youโ€™ve been walking around smelling like a walking compost bin for DAYS because you forgot a sandwich in your underwear drawer?โ€

He nodded sheepishly. โ€œI couldnโ€™t figure out where the smell was coming from. I thought it wasโ€ฆ you know,ย me. Thatโ€™s why I agreed to come here.โ€

The doctor shook his head, laughing. โ€œIโ€™ll admit, in my years as a urologist, this is a first. But hey, at least thereโ€™s no medical issue.โ€

By now, I was torn between wanting to laugh hysterically and wanting to throttle him. โ€œDo you realize how embarrassing this is? You had me thinking you were dying!โ€

He gave me a sheepish grin. โ€œAt least now I know Iโ€™m not.โ€

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile crept onto my face. โ€œYouโ€™re cleaning that drawer when we get home. And I meanย deep cleaning.โ€

โ€œFair enough,โ€ he said, relieved.

As we walked out of the doctorโ€™s office, the receptionist gave us a curious look, clearly wondering why we were both laughing as we left.

From that day forward, anytime I wanted to poke fun at him, I just asked, โ€œHey, any sandwiches in your drawers lately?โ€ It became a running joke in our marriageโ€”one that neither of us would ever forget.

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