I was cleaning and ordering our apartment when I found a paper bag with a gift that was supposed to have been picked up by X, Mr. Pink’s best friend, a zillion years ago. I had reminded him, to remind his buddy about it, a fair few times. Now that I saw it at home, collecting dust, the voice in my head screamed ‘KILL!’. Instead, I questioned him as any evolved being who wants to avoid bloodshed would – with undisguised irritation.
Mr. Pink: I asked X. He said he would take it.
Sam: Are you making things up just because I am angry?
Mr. Pink [laughing]: I would never do that. I’ll always tell you the truth to get you angrier.
For a background and more from the series which showcases my husband's genius ways, click here and here.
P.S. I have used at least one word starting with every alphabet. 'X' has a definition but is it a word? Probably not. I didn't know where, in the narrative, I could insert the word 'Xerox'. *Lightbulb* The postscript perhaps? I say it counts!