I got into something from the fridge I shouldn't have one time. Wound up running a fever and having fever dreams. I woke up, my wife was in bed beside me. I told her very calmly, 'Honey, I am going to ask you an odd question. Please do not mess with me, and just give me an honest answer.' She said, 'Ok.'
I said, "Are the Latino gangs of our city coming to kill us because I screwed up the count on the scrap metal?"
"No."
"Oh. Good."
If she'd said yes, I was barricading the door and arming myself.
Wiley.