I was in the GYN office, not particularly wanting to be there, and feeling kind of tired. I was resting my head on my arms which were crossed over one side of the chair arm, much akin to napping in school but to the side.
From somewhere in the middle of the line of chairs a woman reads aloud from a magazine; "A man does not know anything about a woman until he gets married."
From my odd perspective both physical and mental, not missing a beat, I reply "A man does not know anything about a woman until he asks her."
A man's voice sounds from the far corner, "That's the smartest thing I heard all day". Then a lively discussion ensued.
Glad to be of help, I said, just as my name was called.