I’m eating lunch at a delicious ramen noodle place in Denver (so trendy), and I overhear a woman talking to her two female friends about a breakup.
“I just put his stuff outside the house. And, of course I couldn’t do it without tequila.”
They sighed knowingly.
Then, an interesting thing happened. The other two women started taking turns offering up something their husbands do that they despise.
“Ryan plays video games for an hour after work and I’m like, can I have the TV back please?”
“Totally! Mark does that with football and I can’t stand it.”
Ladies—we need to stop relating this way.