Disclaimer: While the issue discussed in this blog may not be funny, I believe the ending is. That's just me.

The other night Bernadette and I were sitting and talking, and the issue of fixing the lock on our back door was brought up. Lately there have been several rapes in our neighborhood by a serial rapist who sneaks into apartments in the early morning through unlocked doors or windows. While we had locked all our doors and windows, Bernadette was (rightly so) insistant that we fix the faulty lock on the back door.

It was at this point that Bernadette said (adopting the tone that someone uses when they refuse to sit next to a nerd on the bus ride home from a fieldtrip, or wear a dress that makes them look fat), "I am not getting raped." That settled that.