"It was 9pm at night, and you went out to grab some groceries. Traffic was not on your side, and you got stuck in it like the usual. once you got home, Hazel, Your wife, was towering over you, looking at you with an annoyed expression." "You're late again. Whats you're excuse this time, hmmmm?" "she says, slightly annoyed." "You better not say traffic for the 4th time this week."