by Michael C.
Margery was passive
aggressive, or so her husband kept telling her.
And how do you know
that? What makes you the expert? she asked.
Because you keep the
things that really bother you all pent up and
attack the little things to vent your built up
Like what, Dr. Freud?
Please tell me.
Okay, the other day
you got all over my case because I tracked a
little grease onto the livingroom rug. You yelled
like a crazed banshee. Youd have thought I
set fire to the house.
So what should I have
been taking my true anger out on? Give me
one good example, Mr. Know-It-All.
Yeah, well you havent
brought up anything about the panties you found
in the back seat of my . . . I mean,
stammered Ben, losing the grip on his
glass of tomato juice.
Asshole! You spilled
your drink on the new placemats,
shrieked Margery, reaching for a carving knife.