Living with my husband not only gave me a whole new insight into non-verbal communication, but also on how to compromise for the sake of avoiding anything that resembles large groups of people… which, in numbers, means more than two. Making the shopping mall my husband's 3rd worst nightmare.

 HIM (trying to lace his shoes): "… shit."

ME:  "What?"

HIM (holding up two ends of a lace which clearly should have only one): "It tore." ME (frowning down at the 23 knots where the lace has torn before): "Again?" HIM (looking a little helpless): "Mhm." ME (with the slightest hint of hope to get him into the shoe shop because not only the lace has knots by now): "Sooo, perhaps it's time to buy…" HIM (having already tied the 24th knot): "Ha! Like new!"

ME: "…"

I know the trend is towards more decorative sauce drizzles and smaller actual portions, but that's ridiculous.