So I am sitting in my recliner a couple of nights ago, happily sewing fabric hexagons together, listening to an audio book when I hear a ruckus outside. Nosy old bat that I am, I went to the window to see what all the fuss was about. My line of vision includes the sidewalk in front of the bar next door.
I see a big hulk of a man standing there, arms flailing about while trying to make his point and he is bent over some at the waist, which brings him nose to nose with a little bitty woman who is cute as a bug's ear. The argument was along the lines of, 'Yes, you did,' 'No, I didn't.'
Finally the little lady takes two steps back, puts her hands on her hips and says, 'Homer, you are drunk.'
His arms fall to his sides, he straightens up, hangs his head and says, 'Yes, I am. Will you take me home, please?'
The last I saw of them, they were quietly walking down the street, hand in hand.
Wouldn't it be nice if all disputes could be reconciled so easily?