“I dont know your wife but as a woman I would have to totally agree with her on this.”
Oh, yeah. I didn’t do a thing and was completly in the wrong.
There’s more to the story, about 5 years later, Mrs. MWT and I went to the “Arnold” to see a gym buddy compete (he’s a bodybuilder, which I don’t consider a sport, but that’s a completely different story).
Mrs. MWT and I are walking along in the airport and we hear “MWT! MWT! It’s Dena! I haven’t seen you since XYZ.” Followed by small talk and wanting to know where we were staying.
Mrs. MWT was extremely pleasant.
It was nonetheless a cold, cold, vacation, with a reminder that Mrs. MWT was a rifleman in the IDF.
LOL.
Couldnt sell the Mrs that lil Miss Hotie just looks up to you like a Father figure?
NOT.