you go on a beautiful fall hike with your hubby on your wedding anniversary but just as you get to the turnaround point you tumble down a hill and luckily your husband doesn’t come tumbling after but
he does rush to your side and asks over and over again if your wrist is broken even though you’ve been shouting my boob my boob! and you manage to get up and shuffle 40 minutes back to the car but
you take the road instead of the trail and you cradle your left boob the entire way and you wouldn’t have had to do any of that if you could have just trusted your hubby to get the car and pick you up but
he would have gotten hopelessly lost while you would have been anxiously fending off not only coyotes but also nocturnal predators before long while still clutching your boob in your left arm
which would have been difficult to say the least