I walked up to the grocery store to return a movie to the red box rental machine. A mentally-handicapped man was sitting on the park bench beside the machine and whistled at me while I put the movie into the machine. I turned and looked at him with a bemused expression. He glanced down at my hand and, noticing my ring, grimaced. He then looked back at me and innocently said, "And how is your husband doing on this fine day?"