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May 10, 2008
A Terrifying Glimpse into Married Life

Richard was sitting on the couch, sorting and folding socks. Susan had come upstairs to invite me over for cocktails, and as we entered their apartment she could barely suppress her rage.

“What did I tell you about mixing up the blue and black socks?”

Richard looked up at her with a blank expression and blinked his eyes.

Susan turned to me and asked whether I would consider marrying someone who couldn't even sort socks properly. In an attempt to remain neutral, I shrugged and walked over to admire a painting on the wall.