You know, you think you know a guy after 30 years of marriage, but there's always some horrible surprise just waiting to destroy your illusions.
There we were having a perfectly pleasant evening last night when Alex blurted it out, "There's no such thing as anti-matter."
"What?" I gasped as I recoiled in horror.
"It's stupid," he responded, as if he'd just gotten back from CERN and was on a short stop-over in Pickerington, OH before heading over to Fermi to tell them his conclusion. "There's no such thing."
Well, I have to tell you that I was absolutely floored. I'd never imagined Alex would say such a horrible, insensitive thing.
I sat there stunned, shaken, and just when I decided I'd let it drop and pretend he'd never spoken of it he had the unmitigated gall to add, "There's no Higgs Boson either!"