Amy: “Oh no! I forgot to put my rings back on before we left the apartment.”
Me: “Do you want to go back up and get them?”
“No, I’ll be okay. It’s just that it’s our anniversary dinner.”
“I don’t mind.” [glances at own ring] “Besides, now it looks like I’m having an affair.”
“Ooh, what will the wait staff think?”
“Doesn’t bother me—my wife knows all about it.”