Her Cheating Cost Her a Fortune

I landed the job as a zookeeper, and I called my girlfriend Winifred Henson to share the good news. All I got was a cold little laugh of disgust.

"How is being a zookeeper any different from shoveling manure? Dirty, smelly, exhausting. It's humiliating!"

"Look at Grant, our old class president. He opened his own convenience store, walks in and out of that place like somebody. That's a face you can be proud of."

"Quit, now. Or we're done!"

There was nothing I could do, so I went to find the zoo director. On the way I heard the thoughts of a few wolves in the enclosure next door.