Spyware
by Michael C.
Keith
A guy suspects his wife is
having an affair, so he buys a drone to spy on
her.
The next morning she sets
off on her day, and her husband launches it.
A small screen allows him
to watch as the drone tracks her movements.
Her first stop is at an
upscale clothing store in the center of town.
Aha, grumbles her
spouse, got to look pretty for your little
honey, eh?
An hour later, she emerges
with several shopping bags and drives to a hair
salon.
Getting a new hairdo for
your hunky sweetheart?
Next, the remotely
controlled aerial vehicle follows her to a posh
beauty spa.
That’s right . . .
keep that body lean and sexy for your lover.
By mid-day the flying robot
has shadowed her to a doctor’s office.
More Botox, huh? Need to
keep those age lines at bay for him, huh?
Two hours later, his wife
returns home.
Her husband is waiting for
her when she arrives, and his anger is obvious.
“What’s the
matter with you?” she asks.
“Do you know how much
money you spent today to look hot for your
boyfriend?” he growls.
“Not as much as you
spent on that drone to follow me,” she
responds.
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