Dan walks into his 7th floor apartment after a long day of work, he exhaustively sinks into his favorite arm chair, puts up his footrest, turns on the TV, and turns to his wife Barbra, “Honey, please get me a drink, I think it’s about to start.”
Barbra rolls her eyes, heads to the kitchen, takes out a beer from the fridge, and brings it to Dan.
“Honey”, said Dan, two minutes later, “please get me another one quickly before it starts.” “WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING!” Barbra screamed, “DO YOU THINK I’M YOUR PERSONAL WAITER!? YOU PLOP YOURSELF DOWN ON YOUR EASY CHAIR AND EXPECT ME TO BE ON YOUR BECK AND CALL!? IS THAT ALL I’M GOOD FOR!?
Dan sighs, and mutters under his breath, “it started….”
