John walks into his 5th-floor apartment after a long day of work.
He exhaustively sinks into his favorite armchair, puts up his footrest, turns on the TV, and turns to his wife Hannah,
“Honey please get me a hard drink, I think it’s about to start.”
Hannah rolls her eyes, heads to the kitchen, takes out a beer from the fridge, and brings it to John.
“Honey,” said John two minutes later,
“please get me another one quickly before it starts.”
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING!” Hannah exclaimed,
“DO YOU THINK I’M YOUR PERSONAL WAITER!? YOU PLOP YOURSELF DOWN ON YOUR EASY CHAIR AND EXPECT ME TO BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL!? IS THAT ALL I’M GOOD FOR!?