My wife, who works as a part-time clerk at a factory, asked me, "I'm going to have a barbecue with everyone from the company. Would it be okay if I went?" I saw her off, saying, "Isn't it okay, go ahead?", but when my wife came home, she took a shower while it was still bright, and she felt a slight sense of incongruity. A few days later, I passed out when she opened the envelope that said, "This is a picture of the barbecue the other day." It was a picture of my naked wife, smiling and making peace.
