My wife has a Law conference at the Marriott today and as it starts at 9 she asked me to drive her into the city and we could then have lunch together during their break.
Excellent . . . parked in the Marriott basement car park, went up to the conference room where Mrs Hat introduced me to a very nice Malay lady in her 40s (no, no headscarf or any of the Muslim trappings on her).
She asked me if I was attending the conference as well to which I replied that I'm just here to drop off my wife and act as her bodyguard (haha, little joke . . . )
She replied that that is what men are good for and added that her husband was as well.
I said: Well, at least he isn't dead . . .
She said: Actually, he is. (And walks away)
I could have died (sorry, wrong word) on the spot and Mrs Hat's daggered looks finished me off.
A definite case of and
I guess Mrs Hat can now kiss good-bye any chance of working for one of the big five . . .