"If someone stole all my credit cards, I won't be reporting it," Rosh fumed, "cos the thieves would spend less on them than you do."
"I bet you won't," Isha retorted, "cos they've got enough limit to last us the rest of our lives, unless we buy something."
Rosh smiled at her rejoinder. Better to make peace with her when she was in such a mood.
"Our problem lies in reconciling our gross habits with my net income," he offered truce.
"Talk about yourself," Isha was in no mood to back down, "I have spent nothing on myself for months. It's you who is out of control. I've been keeping a budget."
"Render unto Caesar," he waved her away, "the things that are Caesar's, and unto yourself whatever else is left."
"Is that right," she raged, "I'll render unto you a caesarean share all right. I do your shopping from tomorrow."
Rosh watched helplessly as she took the credit cards out of his wallet. The first bombshell was delivered the very next day, when there was no ice-cream after dinner.
After just a couple of days, he'd had enough. Coming home one evening, he stopped at a pharmacy. The sales girl noticed him wandering around looking a bit lost. She came over and asked if he needed any help.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm looking for the section with tampons."
She directed him down the correct aisle.
A few minutes later, he dumped a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string at the checkout.
As she scanned his order, she asked, "Didn't you find the tampons?"
"I didn't come for tampons," he answered.
Then noticing the sales girl staring at him strangely, he felt forced to explain, "Well, it's like this. Cos they are soooo much cheaper, my wife brought me a pack of tobacco and rolling papers yesterday when I'd asked her to get my packs of cigarettes."
"So I figure, if I have to roll my own ........... so does she."