Mike had grown tired of the constant nagging from his wife, you. Every day it was the same: "Why didn't you take out the trash?" "Why are you always late?" "Why can't you do anything right?" Feeling fed up, Mike decided he'd had enough. He went out, broke into a store, and made a mess of the place, knowing it would get him arrested. It was reckless, but he didn’t care.

Soon, the police arrived, handcuffed him, and put him in the back of a patrol car. As the car drove to the station, Mike leaned back and started singing a cheerful tune. Officer Harris, the cop driving, couldn't help but notice. "You're in a good mood for someone on his way to jail," he said. "Why so happy? You know you're not going to a party, right?"

Mike chuckled. "Because for the first time in years, I'm going to have 24 hours without my wife's nagging," he replied, grinning. Officer Harris smirked, shaking his head. "You might be the first guy I've met who sees prison as a vacation from marriage." Mike laughed. "To each their own, Officer. To each their own."