Mayor Blumenthal was dressed in a three piece suit, heading to another ribbon cutting in Manhattan. He stood in front of microphones, the place he liked to be the most before he cut the ribbon for the new Barclays building.
He started to speak. when in front of the International media suddenly the Mayor’s face was a mixture of colors. Then you saw a jeweled hand grinding the mess in his face. Flash bulbs went off, the stunned police detail pulled the woman off and the Mayor stood unseeing in his shock.
He finally wiped the cream out of his eyes and when he could look down, he was aghast. “Look at my suit!” “Sarah, why did you humiliate me like this?”
Sarah Blumenthal, the Mayor’s wife smiled. I could humiliate you. Was that Slavic whore of an opera singer worth it? Is she dead now, cause you didn’t wanna get caught? Well, now I got you in front of International media Mr. Big Shot!”
All the Mayor got for his pains was pie in his eye.