Marigold and Raymart were bored as they sat in traffic.
"My God, we're almost stuck for an hour," she grumbled, looking at her husband.
"Hey, we're only here for thirty minutes," Raymart clarified, restraining himself from tapping his car's horn.
"How did you know that? I'm bored and want to sleep," Marigold grumbled. "Or maybe I'm dizzy from last night's inebriation."
"Just wait a little longer, and the traffic will be lighter," Raymart said cheerfully, so his wife wouldn't be enraged any longer.
"Should I kiss you to relieve your boredom?" Raymart teased her for the umpteenth time.
Marigold wore a fake frown on her face. But, to be honest, that's the best idea she's ever gotten from her husband.
"No, I'm not going to move any closer to you just so you can kiss me," she said firmly, rolling her eyes.
"Then I'll adjust my seat belt so I can reach you," Raymart jokes. He appeared to be true to his words because he unbuckled the seatbelt from his chest.
