Lisa’s been at work today. Mike’s been doing the laundry, the shopping, cooking dinner, and trying to figure out how to get a letter from the Indonesian government authorizing his visa to Banda Aceh for next week’s planned departure.
Lisa: “Ah, the smell of clean towels. I love them!!” [Then coming out of the bathroom and kissing Mike]. “And I love you.”
Mike [suspicious at this sudden show of enthusiastic affection]: “Do you love me more because of clean towels?”
Lisa: “No, the clean towels just remind me of how much I love you.”
Mike: “Nice save.”