A Bloodless Victory
There is an old saying that goes, every family has happiness and sorrow. And another one that says, behind every successful family man, there is a woman whose intelligence is off the charts.
My old buddy Curry is an ace Mahjong player. Known as the “one- finger master,” he could guess a Mahjong tile just by touching it with one finger. He used to call or text us to join him for a game or two by saying “one short three,” meaning he was ready to play with three others, as Mahjong is a game of four persons. Then one day out of the blue he announced he was quitting gambling.
I was thrown for a loop. Could he really make a clean break of gambling? Or was it that his wife had had a fit which changed his mind?
“Well,” sighed Curry, “she is the perfect woman. She has never once objected to my Mahjong hobby. Actually, whenever I played, it was always her serving the food and drinks, and even helping me keep track of the gambling chips so that I could focus on the game.”
I was floored. Could any wife be so perfect?