The Apple Pie Snack

They always find out...

“You don’t need any of those,” the old man in the blue Z-Mart store vest said. “They’re no good for you.” His nametag said Ray.

Gerard looked up at the tall bald man and smiled.

“Of course, I don’t need any of those but I had a hankering for those apple pie pastries all covered with that thick white frosting.”

“Mm hmm,” said Ray, staring straight ahead.

“Say, aren’t you supposed to be encouraging your customers to buy?” Gerard asked.

“Yes, but we old guys need to stick together.”

“In that case, want one? I’m buying,” Gerard said.

“Thanks, but the wife would have a fit if she found out.”

Gerard said, “What happens in Z-Mart stays in Z-Mart, my friend.”

“There’s more truth to that than you know, but I’ll pass just the same. Anyhow, she’d find out. She always does.” said Ray.

“Did we marry the same woman?”

“Probably. Different parents though.”