Margaret had been married to Frank for forty-two years, and while their love remained strong, their romantic life had become… predictable. During her annual checkup, she decided to voice her concerns to Dr. Murphy. “Frank just isn’t interested anymore,” she confessed. “And he refuses to take anything for it.”
Dr. Murphy leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Have you heard of Irish Viagra?” he asked. Margaret shook her head. “It’s simple – you crush a little blue pill into his morning coffee. He’ll never taste it.”
The following Monday, Margaret found herself sitting across from Frank at their local Starbucks. Her hands trembled as she stirred the special ingredient into his latte. Within minutes, Frank’s eyes widened. His coffee cup clattered to the floor as he suddenly stood up, sending chairs flying. Before Margaret could react, Frank had cleared their table with one sweep of his arm and pulled her onto it, much to the shock of other patrons.
When Margaret returned to Dr. Murphy’s office the next week, she was still blushing. “It worked too well!” she exclaimed. “Frank hasn’t been that energetic since our honeymoon! But now we’re permanently banned from Starbucks – apparently tabletop romance violates their community guidelines.” Dr. Murphy could barely contain his laughter as Margaret added, “On the bright side, we’ve rediscovered our spark… and found a new favorite diner with more private booths.”
