Throughout her suffering, Jenna’s husband remained unsympathetic, sitting in his chair yelling, “For God’s sake Jenna, your hiccups are driving me crazy. Bring me another beer and leave the room.”
Jenna felt at her wit’s end until suddenly, an epiphany. She packed her husband’s bags and bellowed, “This is my house. Get out and don’t come back.”
In a rage, he stormed out and slammed the door. Jenna bolted the lock, without a hiccup.