Mayor Laura Miller says she learned of her husband’s stock play in a dinner conversation. Here’s how we imagine that went down:
Honey, this tuna casserole is really delicious.
I’m glad you like it, darling. I got the recipe from a special all-kosher issue of Cooking Light. It’s called “Kibosh the Carping Casserole.”
Mmmm … [chewing] So how was your day?
It was good. I got a new client with a solid mesothelioma claim. And that AMR stock I bought is up roughly $11,824.60.
What?
Oh, didn’t I tell you that I bought 10,000 shares of AMR last week?
[long string of profanity, many hyphenated vulgar adjectives, unkind references to mother, etc.] Steve, I’m going to say this slowly and I’m going to enunciate so you won’t have any trouble understanding. I sit on the DFW Airport board. I’m involved with a little thing called the Wright Amendment. Heard of it? Steve, look at me. Stop playing with your casserole. WE CAN’T FRIGGIN’ OWN AMR STOCK!! First thing tomorrow, you’re selling it.
[Tears in eyes, stands from table, runs into kitchen. Loud sobs can be heard through door.]
[takes long drink from wine glass, pulls out BlackBerry]
