Mary wasn't known for her cooking, but at least she tried to fix her husband some of his favorite meals. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, for example, she served him hot steaming plates of delicious dirty gravel and broken glass. Although he frequently thought that it needed salt, for some reason, he always asked for the ketchup instead.
John, Mary's husband, concidered himself a devoted and loving spouse. After all, he came directly home from work, sometimes as often as three times a month. When payday came around he even gave her the money that was left over after his poker games and prostitutes.
Eventually, however, Mary began to suspect that something wasn't quite right with her marriage. After carefully considering her options Mary came to a decision. One evening after John had gone to bed earlier than usual, Mary stole the keys to his BMW and left the eight children behind. As luck would have it, she found a lovely job at a restaurant where they served their customers dirty gravel and broken glass.