A purse emergency
My wife recently had a purse emergency. We were staying at a hotel in a distant city when she noticed that her current purse was, as she put it, “shot.” I examined the thing and told her that that it seemed perfectly functional to me. “Men!” she exclaimed. “They don’t notice anything unless it involves a souped-up V-8 engine or a curvy figure!” After all these years of marriage, I’ve learned that it’s best not to argue with my wife. Especially when she’s right. She pointed at a particular spot on her purse. “See?” she asked, “It’s falling apart! My ...