His wife finally snaps.
“Why do you stare at every attractive woman like that?” she says.
“Have you forgotten you’re married?”
The husband doesn’t even flinch. He takes a slow sip of his drink.
“My dear,” he replies calmly,
“being on a diet doesn’t mean you can’t read the menu.”
She folds her arms. “Oh really?”
He nods. “Of course. Looking is perfectly harmless.”
A pause.
Then she smiles sweetly and leans in:
“Good. Then don’t be surprised if I start checking other restaurants’ reviews.”
Silence.
The husband stares into the distance…
suddenly very committed to his diet.
