Good One !
Not quite grasping the sanctity of "Monday Night Football,"
I plunked myself next to my new husband one Monday night to
chat. He was distracted by the action on TV, and after being
shushed a few times, I gave him a "look."
Immediately contrite, he picked up the remote. "I'm sorry,
honey," he apologized, "I'm being rude. You go ahead and
talk--I'll just turn up the volume."