Sit down, calm down. Take a deep breath. Tell me what happened.
It's awful. She left me. My wife left me ...
What do you mean?
She just got up this morning and left me. And she took my sausages.
Your sausages?
Yes, she left me and took my sausages.
I don't understand.
What is there not to understand? After all these weeks of marriage it is all over. My wife left me and took my sausages.
It's the sausages bit I don't understand.
They were in the fridge. A new recipe I just invented. I was going to try them out on my customers today and now they're gone. She may even sell them to another butcher.
I understand ... I think ...
It's terrible. A disaster. My sausages are gone. What shall I do? My life is over.
Ehm ... if you don't mind me saying so ... you seem more worried about your sausages than your wife leaving you.
What do you mean?
Tell me ... if your wife had left you this morning but not taken the sausages how would you feel?
Eh? I don't understand ...
Do you love your wife?
Of course I do!
Do you love your sausages?
Yes, of course I do!
Who do you love the most? Your wife, or your sausages?
... ... ... ... ... I'm thinking ... ... ... I'm thinking ... ... ...
