Able To Sleep Through A Murder

(My wife and I go to a movie about a man who formed one of the hippie communes in LA in the 70s. Part of the film is about how he had embezzled funds from a business and killed two men, one with his bare hands, over women. We leave the theater.)

Me: “Wasn’t that wild about him killing those two guys?”

Wife:“What? What are you talking about?”

(I recount the scenes.)

Wife:“Oh, I fell asleep for about five minutes, maybe it was then.”

Me:“So you took a nap during the only five minutes of the film that would explain why his later life was such an important turn around for him. Good timing, hon.”