Mildred stormed out of the bathroom, profoundly traumatized. “Bob, I just saw myself naked in the mirror,” she wailed. “I look absolutely dreadful. Quick, give me a compliment to lift my spirits!”
Bob looked up from his crossword puzzle and seamlessly replied, “Well, your eyesight is still 20/20.”
Mildred gasped, her eyes narrowing. “After 42 years of marriage, this is the thanks I get?! I bore your children! I made you soup when you were sick!”
“It was canned soup, Mildred,” Bob noted calmly.
“I heated it!” she snapped. “So, are you going to give me a real compliment or not?”
Bob smiled smoothly. “Of course, darling…”
She paused, suddenly hopeful.
“At least the mirror survived.”
