She: Well, I certainly think your wife’ll be lucky. But you’ll probably have to wait a long time to be earning enough. I guess HE doesn’t have it any too easy himself, working all day in an office. Sometimes he comes home mighty tired.
You: Maybe, but don’t you believe he has it any near as bad as you do. I’ll never forget my poor old mother slaving day in and day out. You know what they say—“Man’s work is from sun to sun; it’s woman’s whole existence” or something like that. I tell you, I grew up to respect women, I did.
(There is a pause while you think about it.)
She (sighing): Well, I certainly like to hear a man talk like that sometimes. I just wish Joe could hear you.
You: Oh, he’d say I didn’t know anything about it, seeing as I’m not married.
She: I don’t know. Joe’s awful reasonable. It was because of him I took this trip. He saw the ad in the paper and he says “Mary, that’d be mighty good for you,” he says. And I says, “Yes, but how would you get along?” He says, “Oh, I’ll manage.” And now I know that when I look at that kitchen I’ll just sit down and cry. I do like a nice clean kitchen. He didn’t even want me to take the children.
You: Oh well, it’s no more than he ought to do. You’re a mighty nice little woman; I bet he ought to know it.
She: Aw!
You: I bet he don’t know how lucky he is. Married fellows never do. How long have you been married anyway?
She: That’s a personal question.