Bedside Manner

Her: “My throat hurts, Ben.”

Me: “I know.  I’m sorry.”

Her: “It hurts bad.”

Me: “I think we should make an agreement that, for the duration of our relationship, neither of us complains about being sick.”

Her: “You don’t complain about being sick.”

Me: “Oh?  Then I guess what I meant to say was ‘Shut the hell up!'”

The conversation might not have ended exactly like that, but it did in my mind…

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