Rachel and her husband Irving were watching a very sad play – an old-fashioned melodrama about unrequited love in which one of the sweethearts commits suicide and the other is beset with tragedy after bitter tragedy. Before the first act was over every women in the theater was weeping.
But Irving was unmoved. “Ridiculous!” he snorted every few minutes. At one particular scene, as the heroine lay dying in her love’s arms, and Rachel sobbed aloud, Irving actually laughed.
Rachel turned to him. “Look,” she cried furiously through her tears, “if you don’t like the play why don’t you go home and at least let me enjoy myself!!!”