My wife always hated my DVD collection. A testament to my bachelorhood prominently sitting on a set of shelves in our living room, she would glance over at it like an unwanted dinner guest who had long finished desserts and was now lighting up a cigar in our living room. Drunk.
- Man alive! I thought my wife was the only one to hate the DVD boxes sitting on a shelf next to the teevee. Now I know there is a horde of them, as described in this poignant and well-written story, and the comments below.
