Arriving home from work at my usual hour of 5 p. m., I dis- covered that it had not been one of my wife's better days. Nothing I said or did seemed to be right. By 7 p. m. things had not changed, so before a fight started in earnest I suggested I go outside, pretend I had just gotten home, and start all over again.
My wife agreed. I went outside, came back in and, with a big smile, announced, "Honey, I'm home!"
"And just where have you been?" she replied sharply. "It's after seven o'clock!"