“If you think they are nuts, wait until you hear these other ridiculous kissing laws”. He smiled again and fell silent. Surely, the bastard knew I was hooked, and he was playing me out. He was waiting for me to prompt him. Finally, I gave in and blurted out: “Really?” He gave a satisfied nod and said: “ In Colorado men are forbidden to kiss their wives on Sunday. In Florida, the day of the week doesn’t matter, but it is illegal to kiss your wife’s breast on any day!” I gasped.
He smirked mischievously: “I guess they learned it from the Brits” I gawked at him: ”No way! The lymies are not THAT crazy!” He nodded: “Not all of them, just a king or two. Did you know that in 1439 their king banned kisses by a formal edict?”
We arrived. I parked and looked at him for the first time. “Now, why is that?” He smiled and shook his head: “I’ll tell you when we drive back. Make sure you are the one to pick me up!” I was furious. I wanted to know why.
He wouldn’t tell. I almost offered him a kiss in exchange for the answer but then he conceded and divulged the answer. Just two words – The Plague – and he got out of the car.