Thirty Years Later
A woman wakes up in the middle of the night and notices her husband isn’t in bed. She walks to the kitchen and finds him sitting alone, staring into his coffee with tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” she asks.
He sighs. “Do you remember our very first date… 30 years ago?”
“Of course I do,” she says.
“We were just 18, kissing in the back seat of my car when your father caught us.”
She nods. “Yes, I remember.”
“And do you remember how he told me I had two choices: marry his daughter… or spend 30 years in prison?”
“How could I forget?” she replies.
The husband wipes his eyes, shakes his head, and says:
“You know… I’d be getting out today.”
