I am down in Hampton, Arkansas for work this week and the following was a conversation that I overheard whilst innocently enjoying my grilled ham and cheese.
"Ive been married four times. My first wife died. She wanted some mushrooms so I went and picked some and cooked em up but wouldn't you know it, those mushrooms were poison and she died.
My second wife liked mushrooms and asked me to cook some up, so I did, and shore nuff those mushrooms were poison too and she died. "
Lunch Lady, "Sir you killed those poor women!"
Guy at counter, "No ma'am, those girls died from poison mushrooms, but my third wife, I killed her."
Gasp from Lunch Lady. Eyes as big as dinner plates (or maybe supper plates).
"Yes ma'am, I got so angry when she wouldn't eat my cooked mushrooms, I just done hadta git rid of her"
You could hear squeaking ceiling fan turning lazy circles and probably my giant gulp as the guy push himself back off the stool, set down cash for his lunch and strode out the door with a tip of his camo hat and a "gooday ma'am."
Lunch lady looks at me, sees my shocked expression and says, "Don't you fret about Luthor, he's mostly talk, but then again, I'm his fourth wife and don't listen to much he says and I CERTAINLY don't eat anything he cooks!"
