It’s Jen’s Fault

So the other day my wife, Jen, was in the bank, standing in line next to a guy. Another dude said, “Do you know who you’re standing next to?” She said, “No.” He said, “That’s Floyd Mayweather!” (Floyd Mayweather is an undefeated boxing champion, considered for the last five years to be the best pound-for-pound boxer in the world. He’s also been a contestant on Dancing With The Stars.)

Jen looked over, and Floyd was staring at her, seeming very annoyed that she didn’t know him. As she was leaving the bank she called me and said, “I just made Floyd Mayweather mad.” (Which is not what you expect to hear your wife say.) (She also told me how small Mayweather is in person and that she’s convinced she could take him.)

So … Floyd went home and … beat up his girlfriend, for which he was arrested and spent the night in jail. Was all of that induced by Jen? Was it my wife’s fault? Well, I don’t know for sure, but what I’ve learned in 16 years with her is that most things are…