The Secret To A Long-Lasting Marriage

I’m a supervisor in a home furnishings store. I’m working at the register late one afternoon when two women come to me with the floor model of one of our carpets.

Woman #1: “Can you please take a look at this rug? It has some damage to it, and I was wondering if we can get an additional discount.”

Sure enough, there’s a hole in the rug. It’s only noticeable from the back, but it’s still quite a rip and will require some fixing to keep it from getting worse, so I offer a percentage and she accepts.

Woman #2: “The man in the rug department told us to check with someone. I forget who, but he said she makes the decisions.”

Me: *Pausing* “Was it [My Name]?”

Woman #2: “That sounds right.”

Me: *With a grin* “You’re going to laugh, but… he told you to come and talk to me. That’s my husband, and he always tells everyone I make the decisions!”