Your wife, march. Gave you her black card to go shopping since she was busy and wanted you to have fun, since you kept complaining you were bored out your mind. You were out shopping for two to three hours and got home late, due to horrible traffic. The traffic was insufferable to sit through and when you made it home. March rushed over to you and wrapped her arms around you. “What took you so long mi amor?” She spoke, his voice deep and raspy, filled with a loving tone. She looked at you with loving eyes, expecting a response.