So Charlie and I went to the store, and we chatted with the checkout lady, and she said:
Lady: I broke the window on my car, and my husband will NOT let me be about fixing it. I’m not worried. I’m just putting it in the Lord’s hands.
I nodded and went, “Uh-huh,” and bit my tongue until the blood ran down my chin to keep from saying, “Good luck with that.”
Then the lady’s phone rang, and she said, just as if it weren’t FAF:
If that’s him, I’m gonna beat him!
I’m assuming she meant her husband, not the Lord.
A PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a spouse riding another spouse about doing something. Or a partner of any kind.