This happened at the Christmas market.



I walked with my wife in rows. My wife went into one of the tents.

I approached her from behind, looking through my shoulder.

I see, he looks at the strawberries on the counter. I cooked a lot of cake at home yesterday. I take her by the hand, take her out of the counter and tell her.

As long as we don’t eat cookies, no sausages!



I drove three meters away until I realized that the wife was not mine!! to



Then she laughed for a long time with her husband (who went ahead) and my wife, who followed.