Following a convoluted conversation about a potential idea for Punny Monday, she said, “Aren’t you glad you have me?”
He put his hand to his face and rubbed his beard. One second. Two Seconds. Three seconds. Four ….
“Hey!” She said, giving his shoulder a shove. “You’re taking too long to answer.”
He looked at his arm, rubbed his shoulder and said, “Ninety-nine point ninety-five percent of the time I’m glad to have you.” She was about to say, That’s better!, when he added, “I think.”