Slowness

I could have had some Wicked tickets for this weekends Buckeye game but I wasn't fast enough. Somebody around here offered them for sale and I made the mistake of checking with my wife first about whether or not we were busy that day before buying them. So obviously, I was too late. My wife suggested that next time I should buy them, then check with her and if we are busy I can just resell them or tell the guy that I changed my mind. I guess that's why it pays to marry a smart woman. As soon as she said that, I had one of those, "duh" moments that so permeate my life. At least next time I can buy them for sure and then not get to go because of some birthday party or something, but at least I won't be too slow.