[[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.]]