[[A man and a smiling woman converse, not drawn in characteristic BoxJam fashion, but more "realistically."]]
Man: Honey, I didn't sleep well and I'm late for work... Can you get the trash out to the curb?
Woman: Oh, I suppose... But you owe me.
[[The man is in his car in the driveway, the woman is taking the trash to the curb.]]
Man: Thanks, babe... That's very understanding of you...
Woman: Good grief! No sweat!
[[BoxJam sits up in bed staring as his wife sleeps beside him.]]