I actually have, when "she" said "well I'm waiting on you," - - gone to the truck to wait for her, drank all the coffee in my go cup, emptied the litter can, swept a few loose bits out, checked the oil, and met her coming out - as I went in to get another cup of coffee.

Then, of course, it was my fault we were late, even though I got my coffee and was back in the truck while she was still trying to stash her purse and get her seat belt on.

But I won't say whether "she" was the first wife or the last-one-so-far.

John