Really? She's married to who?

   You might be right about it. Might. But then, maybe you aren't. What if you read it wrong?
    The square was full of people, rushing around their day. The only reason they would stop was for gossip.
    "Do you know-"
     "Yes, I-"
     "Absolutely shocking how he-"
      Amongst this crowd of babbling gossips stood a young mqn clutching a covered basket.  He was silent, listening to the waves of chatter surrounding him. His eyebrow was quirked and a wry grin spread across his face. He leaned in to the two women nearest to him.
     "Do you know the muffin man?"
     " The muffin man?"
     He lifted the corner of his basket cover to reveal a pile of steaming muffins. He nodded once.
      "The muffin man."
     The second woman pursed her thin, sour looking lips.
      "Do we know the muffin man who lives on Drury lane? Yes, we know the muffin man."
     The first woman looked excited.
      "The muffin man? The muffin man! What can you tell us?"
      She handed the boy a coin and he leaned in as though imparting great knowledge.
     "Well," the boy began and the two women looked at each ther excitedly, "she's married to the muffin man."
    Instantly the women's faces fell. The boy drew a muffin from his basket and strolled off.
   "Sorry ladies, no refunds or exchanges!"