Salsa Storm

It was a dark and stormy afternoon...

The couple was laying comfortably on the same couch together, curled beneath an over sized blanket they had just recently received as a wedding gift. 

The ridiculously awesome woman, who shall remain nameless, had prepared a moderate snack to tie her over until the evening feast; her choice of scrumptousness? chips and salsa. 

As the woman slowly picked at the delectableness, her husband-- who also shall remain nameless-- became jealous of the little amount of attention the food was taking away from him. Feeling he had to do something, anything, he reached for his wife's arm as she lifted a chip with salsa to her lips and swatted it out of her hand. 

She managed to still hold the chip firmly in her hand, but she watched in horror as the salsa contents were falling to the ground, it seemed as if it was happening in slow motion, but after only a split-second, the red-goodness had hit the living room rug. Her face tightened, "why would someone do this?" she thought. She turned to her husband; her eyes locked with his. But as she looked toward him with confusion and hurt, he looked back only with malicious laughter.

"This is an unbelievable moment," the wife thought, "he meant to do it."

Still holding the chip remnants in her hand, she turned to his white shirt. "Perfect," she thought as she slammed the salsa and chip contents to his chest.

His face quickly changed from laughter to disbelief.

"Ah," she sighed while staring at the red-stained shirt and crumbs falling from his chest, "We're even now."