You just surrender… strategically. Like a ninja.”
He goes on:
“Let me tell you what happened last week. My wife asked, ‘Do you think I’m overreacting?’”
He pauses and looks at them seriously.
“Now, I may be old, but I’m not stupid. That question is a trap wrapped in a riddle inside a landmine.”
“So I smiled, nodded, and said, ‘Yes, dear.’”
Husband 2 frowns. “And that worked?”
“Well,” the old man says, “not exactly.
I’m still recovering from the saucepan incident… but I consider it a partial victory. At least I now know what not to say. Again.”
The three husbands laugh, and the old man raises his glass.
“To wives! The only people who can multitask, win arguments in their sleep, and somehow always be right… even when they aren’t.”
The others clink their glasses. And for once, they all agreed… quietly, and well within earshot of no one important.
