Beware of Angry Women

First, some really good news, I took Fred out to dinner using his wheelchair, Yesterday. He complimented me on my handling of the chair with these words: "I would give you a driver's licence for that!"

Anyway, I came back to my community with several stories from my week away. This one, in particular, amused them. I have obtained "Fiona's" permission to use it:

Fiona had been a widow for several years and was being courted by a very fine widower. The widower’s business took him to London, from where he sent her presents and flowers. She sensed that this was leading up to a proposal of marriage.

Fiona had a daughter living in England also. So she thought it was opportune to travel overseas to see them both. When she arrived she got a cool reception from the widower. He took her out to lunch rather than to dinner. She wondered what was going on until she saw a drop-dead gorgeous younger woman walk into the restaurant in Covent Garden and make for their table. This younger woman was so well turned out that she not only had all the men looking at her, but she also had the women looking.

She joined them at their table and started making disparaging statements to Fiona, about how ‘provincial’ she was. It was obvious that she had her hooks into the widower. Fiona left them to it.

Later, the widower apologized and said that he and the younger woman had parted company. Upon returning to New Zealand, he invited Fiona out to dinner.

Fiona chose the most expensive restaurant and the most expensive dishes on the menu, but only the third most expensive wine. She listened intently to the widower as he was drawn to make the conversation. But she kept an eye on her watch.

At the end of the meal, he wanted to take her home. To this she replied: “I came by taxi; I will leave by taxi. Ah, there is my taxi, now. Good bye!”

As Fiona said to me after telling me the story, “Beware of angry women!” "Yeah!"