David had just walked out of the bathroom in a towel when his wife, Nancy, arrived home with her hands full with two bags. Standing in the hallway in only a towel he tried to get a glimpse of what was in the gigantic bags.
“What’s in the bags,” he asked, fiddling with the towel tied around his waist.
“Cushions,” Nancy beamed. “They were on sale and they weren’t horrible looking.” Nancy put the bags down and pulled out a pillow that had thick bars of earth tone colors.
David stood in the hallway, shocked at what he was looking at. His hands held fast to the towel that was now about to fall off.
“But we don’t need cushions,” David said. “Honey, the couch and chairs are just fine. Besides, where are we going to put all those cushions?”
“Oh, David, don’t be ridiculous. I only bought five,” Nancy said.
“Don’t be ridiculous? I’m not the one who bought them,” David said. “I will not have anyone cluttering up the house by throwing around needless cushions. They don’t do anything except clutter up the house.”
“You’re the one with the back problems,” Nancy argued.
David continued ranting. “Back problems? There are special pillows out there for people who need back support. Why didn’t you get me one of those nifty HoMedics ones that have a built in back massager?”
Nancy stood agape. He had not just accused her of frivolous buying. She wanted to whack him with something hard. Or she could just throw one of the plush cushions at him. She didn’t want to have to deal with this argument if she had to. Work had been bad enough.