Went to Outback last night and ended up finishing the appetizer and meal and getting drunk, while waiting for my wife because she told me to go get a booth and she’d be there in 20 minutes. I am convinced she lives on an alternate plane of the spacetime continuum where time moves differently. Five minutes means 20 and twenty means an hour and fifteen minutes. watching us try to get somewhere on time is like a Keystone Cops episode.
or do I not understand women?