Here's another example of how my wife becomes a different person when she's back in New Jersey.

Here's another example of how my wife becomes a different person when she's back in New Jersey. And what I mean by that is, her threshold to take attitude or take B S. From someone is so low when she's here. And it's new to me because I've known her for 15 years. I've never lived in New Jersey before. I'm from California, but she's Italian American, born and raised here. We were in LA. For eight years before this. And so now that we're back in New Jersey, like, I'm seeing all these different sides of her that I just never really got to see before. And couple weeks ago, we're driving in a pretty narrow street, and there's this girl, you know, double parked, taking up the whole street, and she's completely oblivious. She's got her window down. And we're sitting behind her for, like, I don't know, 20 seconds. And I can tell my wife is, like, starting to be like, well, What is she doing? She's gotta move about. well, let's see. And maybe that's like, you know, I grew up in California, so like, like the. The. The Californian in me just sort of like, oh, let's just, you know. And my wife is like, no, she can eat snow, blah, blah, blah. All of a sudden, my wife opens the car door, and I'm. I'm in shock, cause I don't know what my wife is about to do. And My wife hops out, and she goes to, like, assess the situation, and she's, like, walking around the girl's car trying to, like, you know, not really say anything yet. But then the girl puts her hand out of the car and just, like, sort of, like, with attitude, sort of gestures to my wife like, you guys can just go around. My wife is like, we can't go around. My wife is like, we can't go around. There's no space, blah, blah, blah. my wife is like, you know, kinda popping off right now, Oh, my God, what's about to happen? And she gets back in the car, and she's still like, go, you know, popping off, and she's like, this bitch. Who is this bitch think she is? This bitch looks just like me, blah, blah. And I'm like, okay, what. What does that even mean? Like. Like, now I'm. I'm kind of in, like, a state of shock, and I'm trying to calm my wife down. And I guess this, like, girls, I don't know, partner, husband, whatever, comes out, and he's, like, apologizing, like, sorry, blah, blah. They get in the car, they drive off, and my wife is, like, still going on for 15 minutes after, like, no, who does she think? No, I know exactly who she is. blah, blah, blah. It always catches me by surprise.