My wife and I are discussing our investments. We don’t have investments because we belong to the hated 1% – wish we did – but because neither of us has a pension. She is annoyed because she does not understand some arcane point of finance.
Promise me you will die after me she blurts out. (She does not want to learn new, boring stuff.)
I don’t think so, I say, without missing a beat.
Selfish, self-centered, narcissistic, sexually ambivalent bastard, she throws out across the kitchen table!
The last charge holds no truth at all. I am a straightforward crude T and A guy. She is just doing her best to make me feel the horror of her hatred for me at that moment.
Yes, I know, men and women are almost exactly the same. That’s except when they are not. Would I ever think of calling her the same?
How about that coffee you promised me, I ask innocently?
I won’t prepare it because you refuse to promise that you will die even one second after me and you can put the coffee up your… (Note the illogicality.)
If you keep using this rude language, I threaten, I will put it on my blog.
You wouldn’t dare, she exclaims.
Notes On Liberty 
I know I’m supposed to keep it civil but I think an ad hominem attack is in order. Your learning curve must be so flat as to be virtually horizontal. After all these years of marriage you haven’t learned to say Yes Dear/No Dear when required? You could be sipping a nice cup of coffee instead of….well never mind.
How horrible! I am surprised the Editor did not stop this comment. In the autumn of our lives, my wife and I keep providing entertainment for each other. It’s a different form of entertainment though. Stay with my new rubric: “Male Chauvinist Pig.” It’s intended as a small slap at political correctness.