Two Unfortunate Displays of Bad Taste

It happened quickly. One day we stood in the museum, gazing at a Vermeer.
“Quite slick,” said I, “Now that’s a smooth, smooth painting.” “Stupid prick,” said she, “what a bastard.”
We split up forever that same afternoon.
I never knew if she hated Vermeer, or my comment, or both.

© Gregory A.K. Straynj 2002