“Why did you have to humiliate me like that?” Sharon, tears streaming down her cheeks, asked her husband.
“I’m sorry, Babe,” Tony said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“All of our friends were there,” Sharon said. “Plus people from your office that I’d never met before.”
“What can I do to make it up to you, Babe?” Tony asked.
“The damage is done. How am I supposed to show my face around here anymore?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Babe,” Tony said, trying to reassure his distraught wife. “In a few days no one will even remember, much less care.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Sharon said.
“Honestly,” Tony said, “no one thinks any less of you.”
“Just promise me you’ll never again tell anyone that story about how I made a little girl throw up in the elevator when I let out that stinky fart.”
“I promise, Babe,” Tony said. “But it was rather deadly.”