“Have a nice swim?” says Wifey as I come in from a trip to the Y.
“Nope, the lanes were all full,” says I.
“Well, couldn’t you have shared a lane? I see that all the time there.”
“I hate sharing!”
“We all know THAT, but you could get your swim in that way.”
“Look, when you share a lane swimming laps, you can never relax. You have to be on the lookout for the other guy all the time, there’s danger of a collision, you have to skip a stroke passing and then swallow the waves and backwash.”
“When you think of it, it’s kind of like marriage... staying alert, no relaxing, collisions, waves, and backwash.”
“WITH THE ADDED CHANCE OF DROWNING!”
“Now you’re just being mean.”
“Just sharing some thoughts, Sweetie. You know I love you. Kiss me.”