Margene has temporarily taken over the household shopping at Home Plus, since Nicki is, you know, too busy moping. Running into Ben, she asks him for directions to the air filters. Ben points her in the right direction. Before she heads off that way, a blond, blandly handsome Home Plus employee with a necktie shows up to ask Ben about dimmers. Look no further, dude; they don't come any dimmer than Ben. But then, when the guy spots Margene, he's all over her. Literally. So apparently they know each other from somewhere, presumably the olden days when Margene worked at Home Plus. Margene addresses him as Greg and chirps an awkward "Hi!" as he hugs her. Seeing her wedding ring, Greg asks if Margene is married. Margene: "Yes! [cutting a quick look at Ben.] I…was married. Two years ago. He died not long ago." Greg literally says, "Congratulations and sorry." He says he still has some blue sweater, which I guess has some significance to their shared history, but before we can delve into that Margene says she has to go. Good call there. Greg takes himself another big tight hug, and she's off, saying a quick good-bye to Ben. As she walks away in the shortest skirt we've seen her in yet, Greg calls to her and waves with two fingers, if by "wave" you mean "make a borderline obscene gesture." "Diddly-doo," he says. "Diddly-doo, Greg," Margene responds shortly, and starts walking away even faster. Greg asks Ben how he and Margene know each other, and Ben says she used to baby-sit him and his sisters. Which is factually correct, I suppose. "She ever give you a spanking?" Greg leers. He calls Margene "the best piece of ass I ever had," and says it's "worth a second try." Which, with Ben being recently single, is just about the last thing he wants to hear someone saying about the mom he's probably got a renewed crush on. So he does what anyone would do: he shoves Doug into a stack of heater fans and storms off. Good thing Greg didn't shoot his mouth off in garden tools, or Ben would probably be in jail now.













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