The frequent appearance of her spouse at a nearby bar was causing annoyance for a frustrated wife.
“Why do you haunt that tavern every spare moment? Can’t you stay home with me? What’s so compelling about it?” she asked, frustration lacing her voice.
Her husband grinned, inviting her along. Thrilled, she accepted—eager to see his world.
Entering the tavern, she recoiled at the blaring music, thick cigarette smoke, and relentless roar of laughter. But she pressed on.
At the bar, he smirked. “What’ll it be, darling?”
Unsure, she said, “Whatever you’re having.”
He ordered two shots of bitter, robust liquor. He downed his in one go, unfazed.
She watched, determined. Lifting the glass, she sipped—then spat it out, grimacing. “Revolting!” she gasped, coughing. “I can’t fathom how you drink this!”
Chuckling, he raised an eyebrow. “And you think I’m out here having the time of my life?” he retorted playfully.
