Some couples argue all the time;
not about important things,
but trivia.
They differ, for example, on how long it took
to get from A to B last summer,
when they went abroad,
or how many times they stopped, and where,
or how much they spent on meals.
I always want to ask: 'Who cares? '
Or 'Does it really matter? '
Or 'Are you planning to go on all night? '
Quietly, I hope that one of them
will soon give in;
but no, they both insist.
Such flak may be essential
in order to achieve domestic blitz.
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