It’s Sunday afternoon, and Dave is immersed in his favorite weekly ritual - watching football... He’s got snacks scattered around him, feet propped up on the coffee table, and eyes glued to the TV as if the game depends on his concentration. Meanwhile, in the next room, his wife, Linda, is quietly sewing... Suddenly, from across the house, her voice rings out, "Honey, did you take the garbage out?"
Dave winces but doesn’t look away from the screen, "I'll do it after the game!" he yells, not even sure if she heard him over the commentary. He refocuses, but not for long - Moments later, Linda’s voice breaks through again... "Honey, can you turn down the television? I can’t concentrate with that thing blaring!" Dave, feeling his patience wearing thin, leans forward on the couch and shouts back... "Why don't you just shut the door then?" His tone is sharper now.
The game goes on for a couple of minutes - long enough for Dave to think he’s won this battle of interruptions... Just as he’s settling back into the couch, Linda calls out again, her voice more curious this time... "Honey, do you ever get sharp pains in your chest? You know, like someone is stabbing a voodoo doll of you?" Dave almost laughs but holds it in, rubbing his temples. He’s at his wit’s end now... "No! No, I don’t! Can I just watch the game in peace? Please!" A brief silence lingers, just long enough to feel unsettling, before Linda’s voice chimes in again, sweet as can be this time... "How about now?"
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