Being married to a Brit has its ups and downs. They can be very touchy about the Fourth of July. They, for obvious reasons, are a bit stern about their loss and wish not to be reminded of it, unless you’re married to an American humor writer – such as me. Then it’s an opportunity for me to poke fun.
Me: Hey Pete, knock, knock.
Pete: [most agitated] . . . who’s there?
Me: Nobody. It’s the Fourth of July. You’ve lost the war and already sailed home!
Pete: . . .
Me: . . .
Me: Want a hot dog?