Cow

I decided to buy something different for Roger this Christmas.
This was partly inspired by an urge to be more daring and spontaneous in my gift-giving. And also by Roger saying last year that if I got him one more fucking pair of socks he was going to wrap them in sandpaper and shove them up my cock hole.
I overheard Julia talking in the staff room about ethical presents, and this gave me the idea to spend 30 pounds on a cow for a family in Burkina Faso on Roger's behalf.
I got a call on Christmas Day from an angry-sounding Roger.
"What the fuck is this?" he demanded.
"It's not socks," I said, hoping to placate him.
"We'll have words about this," he growled, "when I get back."
He hung up.
On Boxing Day I got a call from a foreign-sounding operator asking if I'd accept the charges. Then Roger came on. The line was very crackly.
"Right," he said, "where's my fucking cow?"

 

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