Darren returned home after his run to his small one bedroom apartment, where his wife lay on the bed.
“Morning honey,” Darren said. “Just going to have a shower, then I’ll join you.”
Darren gave Tash a kiss on the forehead and headed toward the bathroom. But that eight step journey halted after three steps as Darren heard the shower. It was on, and Darren heard very soft singing.
“Honey,” he whispered as he turned back to Tash. “Who’s in the shower?”
“I have no idea,” said Tash. “You don’t think…” Tash trailed off as Darren quietly covered the last few steps to the bathroom.
Darren sprung open the shower door to reveal a pineapple.
The pineapple raised it’s very soft voice, “Won’t be long, just finishing with my hair.”