This is just one of many ways how NOT to empathize with your sickly pregnant wife (did I mention just how sick I am?)–
When asked to pull the laundry out of the back of the dryer (you know, that same laundry she just washed for you), just do it.
DO NOT: stuff a giant, purple beach ball under your stomach, comically waddle over to the dryer and bend over to remove the laundry in a vain attempt to prove that said wife is faking her inability to reach the back of the dryer.
The grave consequence may just be that it is YOU who will forever be on laundry duty. That is, if your wife ever lets you out of the dryer after stuffing you and your Beluga beach ball in it. Just to prove her point, of course.
On a related subject–
TO DOCTORS EVERYWHERE: This is how NOT to empathize with your sickly pregnant patient. Do not take one look at her and proclaim, “Man, SUCKS to be you!” (though having a medical professional ascertain that life does indeed suck somehow adds validity to my current condition. In a pathetic sort of way.) Kind of like when the employee at the Children’s Museum commented this week that The Hurricane was the messiest painter she’d ever seen. ‘Twas a conflicted and warped sense of pride….
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