Quadroboobia

Mister Weed had a visitor.

He was different from Weed’s usual visitors.

Instead of stylish slacks and blazers, this one had a trench coat and a trilby.

“It’s the Pink Panther.” Peter said.

“You mean Inspector Clouseau, Peter,”

“Whoever. What’s the trench coater doing in Weed’s office?

There was speculation. But it wasn’t adequate.

Peter stepped away from the line and pressed an ear to Weed’s door.

He didn’t get much, something about a special package.

Peter barely managed to resume his position before the stranger emerged.

The word package drove speculationuntil the next break.

Then, after snagging a donut en passante, he knocked on Weed’s door.

“Come in.” the plant manager said. “Peter, what can I do for you?”

“Well Sir,” Peter improvised as he scanned the room, “ I’m here about the dental plan.”

“Ah yes, Imperial D. One moment.”

Weed motioned Peter to the seat before his desk as he clicked his computer.

While Weed brought up Peter’s file he eye searched. There! A small case containing four tubes.

Peter leaned over, slipping one of the vials into his sleeve. He got it concealed just in time.

Weed looked up. “Peter it looks like you renewed Imperial D last week.”

“Thanks Boss”, Peter said. “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a dream.”

 “Well break’s about over, better get back to work.”

On the line Peter showed the tube around.

O’ Reily peered at it. “I think it’s holy water. This here’s in Latin.”

Peter accepted the tube and held it to the light.

“Holy Water” he said, “You’re coming with me.”

It was the usual drive home.

Peter had made a couple of slow miles when the idea hit him.

“Lord” he intoned,” I have a favor to ask of ya.”

“Give my Lois strength for Sex Night.”

She works so hard that she’s too tired for a good strapping.”

“And she deserves better.”

Traffic lurched ahead another ten yards.

“Thank ya Lord.”