Unfiltered Story #365760

(I’m on medication that makes me dizzy and uncoordinated. The doctor has given me a wheelchair so I can move around the house. I use the restroom, making all sorts of banging noises. My normally over protective wife doesn’t seem concerned when I come out.)
Me: *joking* “And here you were all worried earlier! What? Finally glad I’d died?”
Wife: *still reading* “You’re terrible with that wheelchair. I assumed you were just turning corners too loosely.”
Me: “…”
Wife: *looks up* “You were, weren’t you?”
Me: *blushes, doesn’t say anything*
(Well played, dear!)