1 hour ago, in a small house in a small town in a small, Southern state.
Wife has infected sliver in her right index finger.
A lovely meal is shared – chicken with yogurt sauce, green beans and watermelon for dessert. The meal is finished. Wife decides to fix finger.
Husband: Did you just bite a hole in your finger?
Husband: With your teeth?
Husband: At the dinner table?
Husband wears looks of digust.
Wife: Ya wanna see it? (She shows husband hole in finger.) Oh, hey! There WAS a sliver in there! I can see it!
Wife fiddles with finger.
Wife: I guess I should go take care of this.