I was out for dinner a few days ago with a number of my old MSA friends that I had not seen in several years. Among those present at the dinner, half of the group was now married, while the rest of us were all in various stages of transition from academia to the working life. The topic of conversation briefly moved to marriage, and the married folk among my friends insisted on offering their thoughts and feelings on what marriage means.
One offered up this analogy:
"Finding a wife ... is like finding a good cell phone plan. It takes a long time, but if you get the right one, it's ... very good."
He tried supporting his analogy with some examples, but I don't think anyone quite understood the point he was trying to make. Or maybe it was just me; marriage metaphors are just not my thing.
"I'm on a Pay-as-you-Go plan," I replied. "I don't think that would be quite ethical..."
The evening remained quite enjoyable, but the married folks eventually had to leave, unable to join the rest of us for the obligatory post-dinner Tim Hortons trip.
"Yeah, I should get back home," one said. "My wife called a few times."
One of my friends offered the following retort, which finally made sense of the absurd cell phone analogy.
"Oh, so I take it you've ran out of minutes?"