Vicki: David, I’m going to run the dishwasher. Are you finished? (while I wipe off the table after dinner)
David: Yes. Thanks for cleaning up!
Vicki: (Smooches him and goes about her business.)
—10 minutes passes—
Vicki: (looks up from her business. David has gone out to the grocery store. The previously clean table has a small trail of ice cream droplets and there is a lone spoon in the sink.) Sigh.
At least he is going to bring me cookies from the Grocery Store!