Setting: Christchurch airport, after three weeks of honeymooning on the south island of New Zealand, two hours before boarding. Lisa is in the mood that commonly afflicts her in airports – frazzled and petulant. Mike loves it when Lisa is in this mood.
Mike: “You OK?”
Lisa: “I’m fine.”
Mike: “Do you want to get anything, a book or something?”
Lisa: “No, I’ve got my laptop. I’m going to write.”
Two hours later, walking down the aisle of the plane between rows of passengers who are already seated.
Lisa: “My laptop battery’s dead. Now I want a book. I have nothing to read!”
Mike: (over his shoulder) “Well, normally I might feel badly on your account, but honeymoon’s over. So I’m just going to say that you had two hours to sort yourself out and you didn’t do it. So that’s just too bad.”
Lisa (loudly): “I want my other husband back. The nice one.”
Mike: “I know you do honey. That’s just too bad too.”
