Imagine a man standing in an entryway near the exit door to his home. He has on his shoes, a hat, and a jacket. He listens...
His wife has gone from the bathroom, back to the bedroom, and is again rummaging through the closet.
Minutes later, she is back in the bathroom. The man looks at his watch and sighs.
Outside, the sun is dull and darkening. Rain. The man checks his belongings: wallet, keys, handkerchief...
The bathroom door opens. The wife goes back to the bedroom, rummages through the closet once more, then returns to the bathroom.
The man jostles his set of keys and sighs.
Minutes later, a hair dryer begins its low whine in the bathroom.
The man curses his life and kicks off his shoes. He re-enters the home, sits on the couch, and opens his handheld smartphone to check on the weather. Suddenly, like a wraith, his wife is standing before him, frazzled and tense, and says, "I'm ready to go," in a scolding teacher's voice, "I'm waiting for you."