It was abundantly clear before marriage, that I have a significant interest in playing motorcycles, snowmobiles, ATV's, boats, cars. (At least no airplanes!)
We don't have to negotiate it.
Being a thrifty horse trader from way back, I don't piss away money easily.
I am blessed to have an amazing wife.
Now...... there was this one time I made a prank of it with a total stranger. I thought it was FUNNY AS HELL!
I was having surgery (ruptured biceps tendon) at a big hospital in Boston. The intake process included a nice lady taking my insurance plan information, and all pertinent info. Also, a battery of screening questions...
Are you the victim of physical abuse?
Are you the victim of emotional abuse?
Are you the victim of financial abuse?
(I think, man, that's a wide range)
I leaned in closer to the desk, glanced left then right.... with a worried look, I spoke in a low voice: "well, my wife doesn't want me to get a new snowmobile". Took a few seconds for the penny to drop. Then she said: "what kind? Arctic Cat? Ski-Doo?"
