Don't Take Your Work Home With You

I was standing in my local supermarket, i couldn't decide whether or not to get the 12 pack and save a dollar.

''Hello Mrs. Rowntree'' i hear from behind, i turn and am confronted by a slim, tall man, wearing a jet black suit and tie with matching hair.

''Sorry... do i know you?'' i ask, half cracking a smile.

''Say hello to Robert, tell him...i might shop here more often'' he says with a smirk, before walking away.

I get home and tell my husband Robert about it.

He goes pale.

''Honey...about me being a car salesman...'' he begins.