The Depressed Housewife Who Made Millions From Murder!

Read the whole story. The real-life punchline is incredible and proof you should never judge a book by its’ cover.

I sat in 1 A on an American Airlines flight from Dallas to Orange County, California. Next to me, already seated in 1 B, was a large, middle-aged woman with a giant handbag. From it poked out copies of the National Inquirer, The Star, and the Sun, all supermarket rags of the finest order. I glanced at her and the bag of magazines and quickly n a book, thinking, “What could I possibly have in common with this person?”

About halfway through the flight, she asked me if she could get out to use the toilet, and I got up to let her out. I said something polite in exchanged a few more words.

When she returned and sat down, she turned directly at me and looked me in the eye. “You weren’t going to talk to me where you?” She challenged. Without waiting for an answer, she went on, “Just because I’m a fat middle-aged woman with copies of the National Inquirer in her bag does not mean I’m not worth talking to.”

There was nothing to do but admit she had me nailed!

She went on without missing a beat or thankfully chastening me any further and asked what I did? At the time, I was running my martial arts empire, but I had just written my first mainstream…