Brad Price looked up at the stars in awe for several minutes before growing bored with their beauty. He rose from his poolside chair, bid his wife adieu, and started for the house to watch The Big Bang Theory.
“Is it so bad to sit out here beneath these beautiful stars and have a conversation with your wife?” said Beth. “Can you at least grab me another glass of wine before you fall asleep in your chair?”
“I just want to go watch my programs. Why do we have to go through this every night?” said Brad.
“Fine, I’ll just go get it myself.”
“No, give me your glass. Is there already a bottle opened?”
“It’s on the counter.”
Brad took his wife’s glass and went inside, leaving the kitchen door ajar. While pouring the wine, he thought he heard his wife come in. He was annoyed; if she was going to come inside anyway, why was he getting her a glass of wine?—this was already cutting into his Big Bang time. But when he turned around, there was nobody there. He shrugged, finished pouring the glass of …
