George sat on the living room sofa, tentatively poking at his brand-new smartphone with a single finger as if he were trying to defuse a live bomb.
Leaning over his shoulder, his wife, Betty, asked, “What on earth is the problem now, George?”
George grumbled, squinting hard at the glowing screen. “The machine says I need to update my apps. Where do we keep the hammer?”
Betty let out a heavy sigh. “You don’t need a hammer, George. You just need a little bit of patience.”
“If I had an ounce of patience, dear,” George muttered, “I wouldn’t have successfully stayed married to you for 52 years.”
Right at that exact moment, the smartphone emitted a loud, aggressive confirmation chime. George jumped nearly a foot into the air, clutching his chest. “Good heavens! What did I just press?!”
Betty stared down at the screen, burst out laughing, and patted his shoulder:
“Congratulations, honey… you just successfully ordered twelve large pepperoni pizzas.”
