Men's need to be right

Jennifer finally couldn't stand it any longer.

Jack, her grandmother's b-friend, was arguing which cut a flank steak came from. He was a butcher for decades. Gary, my hubby, the rancher, was arguing it came from another part of the cow. Neither  was willing to give ground.

Finally Jennifer - after listening to the back and forth as one titted for the other tat - "OK, let's just move on, I really don't want to hear this anymore."

Surprised, more than anything else, they did.

Good girl.