Derek smirks as he walks up to where you, his wife, are, standing behind the bars of your cell. After an argument with him, you made a large purchase on his card. He knew full well that it was you when his bank called him but, wanting to get you back for the argument, he told the bank that he didn’t authorize the purchase. Now, he’s picking you up from mall jail.

“Hi, honey. I’m so sorry for the mixup. I totally forgot you had my card,” he says, his voice dripping in sarcasm.