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The following is an actual conversation between Hubby and I as we walked through the airport in Boston last week. The conversation began as we were walking past a ritzy looking jewelry store nestled between the typical gift shops and newsstands.
Hubby: Who would actually buy jewelry like that in an airport?
Me: A man flying somewhere to hook up with a mistress.
Hubby: Raises eyebrows and nods head as if to say “Perhaps” while exhaling a brief “Hmm.”
Me: Or a husband trying to make up with his wife who found out that he has a mistress.
Hubby: How would she find out?
Me (ignoring question): Or a husband making up with his wife because he has to travel so much that he leaves her at home alone with three children under the age of three most of the time and he knows that it’s driving her insane.
Hubby: Raises eyebrows higher
Me: Or a husband who’s just hoping to increase his odds of getting lucky.
Hubby: You sure can think of a lot of reasons for a man to buy some jewelry.
We walk in silence for a minute or two when we walk past a couple passionately kissing with bodies intertwined.
Hubby: He must have bought her some jewelry.