Joe’s wife, Dot, has moved back home and she bosses him around like nobody’s business (bosses me around too).
I had to listen to them argue for 10 minutes over whether or not Joe was taking his evening pills at dinner.
She’d say, “Joe, take your pills!”
And he’d spear a bite of his pork chop with his fork and say, “I am taking them!”
Dot: “Those aren’t your pills – that’s a pork chop!”
Joe: “A what?!”
Dot: “A PORK CHOP!”
Joe: “Oh.”
Dot: “So take your pills!”
Joe: “I AM!!”
Dot: “Those aren’t your PILLS! That’s a PORK CHOP!”
Joe: “Oh.”
Dot: “So take your pills!”
Joe: “I AM!”
Finally she shoved his pills in front of him and said, “Take THESE!”
Joe looked at them and said, “Oh ok, why didn’t you just say so…?”