"It's started..."
A man comes home from a long day at work, says nothing as he walks into the family room and sits down in his big Barcalounger, puts his feet up and starts channel surfing on the big screen TV.
His wife enters the room and he looks up from the TV momentarily and gruffly states, "Right now, get me a beer before it starts!"
The wife, slightly taken aback, pauses momentarily and decides that he must have had a really tough day at work or in traffic or whatever, so obligingly she heads for the kitchen, gets one of his favorite macro-brews out of the fridge and takes it to him.
Without more than a grunt he opens the beer right in front of her, chugs the entire brewski and, after a severe belch, blurts out, "Get me another beer before it starts!"
This time the wife gives him a bit of a look of genuine concern, He is so pent up with some frustration he is just barking orders like a Drill Sargent. He must have had a rough time with a co-worker or got in a fender bender or something.
So she dutifully returns from the fridge with another of Milwaukie's finest when he grabs it out of her hand, pops the top and again pounds it down in full fraternity style. He low bellow blows the accumulated CO2 and looks up again and says, "Get me another one quick before it starts!"
At that time she can handle it no longer.
She gets her stink eye in position and starts letting loose: "You are gone all day at some damn cushy butt job in an office while I am up before you, fixing breakfast, shopping, here taking care of the kids and making beds, doing laundry, fixing dinner, getting made up for you to come home and"
"It's started..."
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