A man comes home from work, sits down heavily in his favorite chair, turns on the TV, and calls out to his wife, "Honey! Can you bring me a cold beer before it starts?"

She comes in from the kitchen, where she is working on supper, and is carrying an open beer, though unsmilingly.

"Thanks," he says, taking a long pull from the bottle. She heads back to the kitchen.

A couple minutes later, he calls out, "Dear heart, how about another beer before it starts, please?"

He hears a loud sigh of exasperation, but she brings him in another beer, this time unopened.

"Thanks again," he says, taking the bottle and opening it. "This is great!" He takes a long drink, ignoring her miffed look. She returns to the kitchen in a huff.

Two minutes later, she hears again, "Honey... One more beer please, before it starts?"

"That's it!", she shrieks, charging into the room and glaring at him. "You selfish lump! You waltz in here, flop your fat ass down, don't even say hello to me or ask how my day was..." (out comes the finger, waggling furiously) "...and then you expect me to run in with drinks for you, like your damn slave! Like I haven't been cleaning, washing, and ironing all day long? Now I'm trying to get dinner on the table! It would never occur to you to offer to take me out to dinner for a nice break! Oh no! Just sit there, drinking your beer and watching that damn TV...."

The husband sighs and shakes his head, "Damn, it's started."