Charlie rode his motorcycle to his wife’s studio. As soon as he stepped into her studio, Claire asked in surprise, “Husband, why are your eyes so red?”

“Is it?”

Charlie asked as he stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes before he smiled and said, “The wind and sand on the road must have gotten into my eyes on the way here.”

Claire replied in distress, “Don’t always go out on the motorcycle. You bought two cars for our family, but you have to ride on a motorcycle every day. I feel so bad.