An Iced Decaf Coffee

“My husband was a university professor. On my way to pick him up from work, I felt thirsty and asked him to order me a coffee. When I got it, it was an iced decaf coffee. I didn't take a sip and tossed it into the trash can in his office. "Jared, I want a divorce." He froze, his face full of confusion. "What?" His new doctoral student, Diana Riley, stepped in to smooth things over. "It's just a coffee. If you don't like it, don't drink it. No need to make a big deal, Mrs. Cooper." Jared frowned. "Kathy, if you don't like it, just buy another one. Why throw a fit?" I turned and walked away. "I'll bring you the divorce papers tomorrow."”