And one of my coworkers goes, "Wow, I can't believe that. And entire load of just socks! You're going on vacation too."
"Well, I'll bet I know one man who's going to spend his vacation sleeping on the sofa!"
It took me a moment to realize what she was getting at, because as it is, my husband and I do sleep in separate beds, because he's a violent sleeper and snorer who passes out before his head hits the pillow and I'm a whiny little fussbudget who can't sleep unless everything is "just so" and I take a good 45 minutes to fall asleep. If I share a bed/room with the man, by the time I'm ready to crash, he'll be on the second encore of the solo of the deviated septum and shaking the paint off the walls.
I don't generally share this information with strangers though, because they think there is something "Very wrong" with my marrage and get this gleem in their eye which I can tell is Ah hah! So that's why they have no children! But, oddly, I am sharing it with anyone on the internet who happens to stumble across this page. Go figure, right?
But, finally the light dawns on me what my coworker was hinting at, so I look at her and shake my head. "Now why the hell would I want to punish myself cause my husband can't get his socks into a hamper?" Then, as luck would have it, my ass began to shake, cause we have vibrating pagers to tell us when we have food ready in the kitchen. (And I'll bet you just thought your waitress was smiling on those busy nights, cause she liked you, right?) So, I dawdled slowly into the kitchen to get my food.
When I came out, she was still standing there, looking perplexed. She's been married for a very long time. I feel extremely sorry for her if she thinks that denying her husband sex is a "good" punishment. A good punishment in that situation would be more along the lines of making him clean the cat box.