That's When the Fight Started
My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked, "Do you know her?"
"Yes," I sighed. "She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since."
"Goodness gracious!" said my wife, "who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"
And that's when the fight started...
From Brownells July 2008 WorkBench email newsletter.