Cake, or Death?

Bartenders love to eavesdrop. It's easy to look busy and unaffected while picking up the droplets of your conversations.

Tonight, a couple argued at the bar. They looked miserable when they walked in, and I could tell that they were uneasy with each other, but didn't really get the enormity of their dispute until I heard the woman say:

"I don't want a man who decorates cakes for a living!! I want a man who can wrestle a steer!!"

Anyone think their relationship lasted through dessert? Decorated or un?

I honestly felt sorry for the guy. I hope he told her to go find her cowpoke.

I said I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly
I wanna sleep on the hard ground
In the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of bluebonnets
In a blanket made of stars
Oh it sounds good to me
Cowboy take me away
Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue
Set me free, oh, I pray
Closer to heaven above and closer to you

Dixie Chicks, "Cowboy Take Me Away"

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