The two young women are discussing marriage, when the first remarks,
"We've been married ten years, and every night my husband has complained about dinner. Not one night without complaining about the food."
"That's awful," says the other. "Doesn't it bother you?"
"Not in the slightest."
"You must be a saint!"
To which the first woman replies,
"Why should I object? A lot of people don't like their own cooking ..."