Mildred dragged her husband Harry to the mall so she could by a new dress for an upcoming wedding they had been invited to.
After some time, Harry grew impatient. “Come on Milly. What’s taking you so long to pick out an outfit?”
“Oh hush, Harry”, scolded Mildred. “I want to make a good impression at this wedding. I’m looking for something youthful and wild in a lady’s dress.”
“So am I,” muttered Harry under his breath. “So am I.”