I recently worked a tradeshow booth at a trucking conference in Las Vegas. Stan walked up and struck up a Tennessee accented conversation about business. We became fast friends and he left work behind and started talking about his wife.
Stan: You married?
Me: I am. One year in.
Stan: Nice, nice. Congratulations. Did you marry for love?
I must have look puzzled as I responded with a chuckle.
Me: I did.
Stan: Not me. Love had nothing to do with it. I married my wife for her looks and for her money. And you know what?
Me: (with a smile, not knowing what was coming) What?
Stan: I love it.