There are several guys, regulars in their favorite watering hole. The time is several hours past the end of happy hour, approaching 11 PM.
Guy #1 looks at his watch and says “oh no, every time I stay late here my wife catches me and yells when I get home. Even if it’s late and she’s already in bed, I come in the house as quietly as possible. I even park outside the garage so I don’t have to open the garage door. I walk quietly up the stairs. I take off my work clothes outside the bedroom in the hallway. But no matter what I do she wakes up and says ‘I made dinner and you stayed out late with your bar buddies!’” Then I’m in the doghouse for a few days.
Guy #2 jumps in to say, no, no, you’re doing it all wrong.
When I come home late I park in the garage. I open and close the garage door a few times for extra effect. In the kitchen I rattle a few glasses, I turn on the faucet. I even trip walking up the stairs. When I get into the bedroom, I bump into something when I take off my clothes, and throw my shoes on the floor. Then when I crawl in to bed, I gently shake my loving wife’s shoulder a few times, and whisper “Wake up honey, let’s have sex!” She mumbles some words, rolls over and pretends to be asleep. I go along with this and pretend to believe her.
The next morning the incident is not mentioned and we both go about our day like nothing ever happened!