Remembering the time when we were first married and I went into work on a Monday morning and I popped into the breakroom to get my first cup of coffee, and one of the women who worked in the office asked me how my weekend was and I said, “Good. My wife left — "
And the woman I worked with gasped and turned white and stammered, “I’m s-s-so sorry.”
And I rewound the conversation 60 seconds and I realized what I had just said and I clarified: “She left to visit her family. For a week. She’s coming back.”