A husband and a wife are
talking at home. The husband is attending the Family Management course and they are discussing the question paper of the examination.
Husband: You are being completely irrational.
Wife: How so?
Husband: You are mixing academics with emotion. They are completely
separate things.
Wife: Excuse me! But from your selection of questions in the exam it
seems to me you have some very specific ideas.
Husband: It was an exam! I had to write whichever was easier.
Wife: Then please explain how it is so easy for you describe the methods
of marrying a girl from another religion?
Husband: It is easy because we have learnt that in class.
Wife: You learnt in class how to marry another girl?
Husband: Theoretically, of course.
Wife: No, seriously. They taught you how to marry people outside your
own religion and family?
Husband: Wait a second, now. They taught us the best way to tackle an
inter-religious marriage. There was nothing about marrying someone else while
you are already married.
Wife: This is why you were attending classes so regularly. I understand
now.
Husband: I was attending the classes because you were pushing me to. I
had no interests in sitting in a boring family course day after day.
Wife: I sent you there to learn about methods of peaceful coexistence
with uncooperative in-laws. In case you do not understand, I am talking about
your parents.
Husband: I understand perfectly, thank you. That was also taught in
class. You have seen the notes.
Wife: Then why did you not answer that question? There was a question
about how to deal with extended family members with minimal effort.
Husband: That was a difficult questions. There would be too many
variables and missing any of them could cost me marks.
Wife: Oh I see. It is difficult for you to write about your family. But
it is easy for you to write on how to marry a young girl.
(Husband picks up a paper and starts writing)
Wife: What are you writing?
Husband: An authorization letter for you. Now you can write the remaining three papers instead of me. I am out of this.
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