Honey, I Forgot My Dentures!

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"Haste makes waste", so the saying goes! My next story proves that this saying is true. My wife and I are opposite poles in every aspects. Of course, she is a woman and I am a man . . not man to man. But aside from that we are different in practically everything. I am a vegan, she is not. She snores, I don't. She sleeps on her back, I sleep on my tummy. I am a fast mover/worker, she is a real slowpoke. What else?! O, she keeps forgetting the past, I keep remembering things in the past, especially the yummy ones. One Sunday morning, as we usually do being a devout catholic, we went to church to thank the Almighty for the graces and to ask for more (of course). I always let my wife dress up an hour earlier before I do. I dress up fast like half an hour only. I am not kidding, but after I got dressed up and ready to go, she was only half done! I kept yelling to her to hurry up. She is so slow and I am so fast. . But there is one exception in which she is fast and I am slow. That is another story. Anyway, on that particular Sunday, the priest was already delivering his sermon when we arrived at the church. We were at the church's entrance when my wife held my arm and whispered: "Honey, we have to go back! I forgot my dentures!" Yikes! What a waste! Loss of time. Loss of energy (driving). And unnecessary loss of gas (car). It was my fault though.