Swords

“I saw you dancing with my wife last night.”

“Yes? And?”

“Well…um, you’re quite the dancer…”

“So is your wife.”

“Well. Uh, I’m not much of a dancing man, myself.”

“So I hear.”

“Something else…I noticed the way you were looking at one another.”

“Yes? And?”

“Bit of a ‘glad-eye’ going on, there. Wouldn’t bother me so much, but there were other people there, and I’m sure they noticed it as well, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to demand satisfaction.”

“Hmm. What do you suggest?”

“Swords.”

“At dawn, then, is it?”

“Bit early. I was thinking more nine-thirty-ish?”

“Fine, then. Anything else?”

“Yes. You don’t happen to know what aisle they keep the swords in, do you?”

“Jesus man, you’re hopeless.”

“Yes? And?”