My bike is parked on the street. There is a large fancy orange shopping bag with something fluffy inside and some green frilly paper and a fake sunflower sticking out bungeed to my back seat.
Overheard from a couple civilian ladies:
“Oh look. He bought a gift for his wife.”
“He must be a good husband.”
LOL! Lots of assumptions there, but yeah, I bought a gift for the wife.
And, if “good husband” means “wants to get laid when he gets home” then yep, I’m a damn good husband!