Mom used to get really mad at Dad for his procrastination, especially if he was watching something on T.V. Remember in those days there was no cable, no remote, and we got exactly 3 channels. But it held Dad in thrall when it was on. So she would ask him to do something and he would tell her he would do it in couple of secs and he would forget and they would fight.
One day she called into the den (no “man cave” in those days) and said, “Honey, can you take the trash out?” He answered, as usual, “Just a couple of secs, dear.”
Well, Mom had had it. She shouted at the top of her lungs, “Secs, secs, secs. I’m sick of you and your secs. It’s never anything but secs with you.”
Unfortunately, I had just walked in the door with my friend.
I’ve never lived that one down.
ROTFL!
Good one!!