I once had a row with Mrs STR – in fact there were a series of WTF conversations arguments that could have only made sense to aliens and it actually culminated in me writing down one night (when the beast had gone to bed) what she had actually said.
Now, I obviously considered the perils of such a foolish act and was fully aware of the fact that there was about 0.0000001% chance of this actually working in my favour and keeping my balls intact.
Amazingly, she read it, went very sheepish, admitted being a **** and I still have my balls.
I still can’t believe to this day I got away with it.