‘My husband made it, he’s only a foot tall you see so takes it when he does the grocery shopping.’
‘Only a foot tall?’
‘Yes,’ said Sheila. ‘He used to work for a mad scientist who zapped him with a shrink ray.’
‘You should have sued.’
‘We did but Dr Insanity had no money. In the end all we got was a shed full of radioactive super-monkeys.’
‘Typical,’ said Joan and both ladies sipped their tea.
Based on the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.