Arriving home from work at my usual hour of 5 p.m.
I discovered that it had not been one of my wife’s better days.
Nothing I said or did seemed to be right.
By 7 p.m., things had not changed, so I suggested I go outside, pretend I had just gotten home, and start all over again.
My wife agreed.
I went outside, came back in and, with a big smile, announced, “Honey, I’m home!”
“And just where have you been?” she replied sharply. “It’s after seven o’clock!”