Go with the flow

My husband and I were strolling down Broadway, enjoying the glorious weather, when we passed a man on his cellphone:

"...I get home, and right away she's yelling at me for leaving shit stains in the toilet.  So I say, 'How could it be me?  I just walked in the door!'  But she won't drop it, she won't lay off about the shit stains..."

My husband smiled, the sun glinting in his hair.  "Ahhhh," he said, "These are the days of our lives."