Sam and Becky are partying like pros—they just hit their 50th wedding anniversary. Sam leans in and asks, “Hey Becky…have you ever cheated on me?”
Becky gasps, clutching her pearls. “Sam! Why would you ask that now? You really don’t want to know…”
“Oh, I really, really want to know. Please!”
Becky sighs dramatically. “Fine…three times.”
“Three?! When?!”
“Well, remember when you were 35 and dying to start that business, but no bank would touch you? Then one day the bank president himself showed up at our house and signed the loan papers?”
Sam blinks. “Wait…you did that for me? Wow…my respect for you just leveled up to superhero status. Okay, number two?”
“Remember your last heart attack? No surgeon would touch you, then Dr. DeBakey flew in just for you and fixed you up?”
Sam’s jaw drops. “You…you saved my life? Becky, you’re amazing! Truly, I’m overwhelmed. So, when was number three?”
Becky smirks. “A few years ago…remember you wanted to be president of the golf club but were 17 votes short…?”
