George and Betty got off the baggage carousel after the lights went down.
"I hate ending up in 'unclaimed,'" George said.
"Cheer up, mopey-dope," Betty chided. "We're in Italy!"
"I'm not eating any noses."
George stuck out his lip. "I heard that's what they do here."
"We tried pineal glands back on the islands," said Betty. "You liked those."
"They made me sick."
"Well, no wonder, with how many you ate!" Betty chuckled. "Now come on. We're on vacation, we're in love, and we're bloodsucking fiends of the night. The world is our oyster!"
"Still not eating any noses."
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