What's love got to do with it?

So I'm on the phone with this very nice sounding older gentleman
today... he says to me there's this issue with my wife's phone. (and I'm
thinking, "Why didn't she call in then?" Right?) so then I tell him,
look, it's gonna be a very long wait because I have to contact another
department to get the problem resolved, AND I'm not sure if they even
can or will once I get thru. To which he replies, "My wife really wants
this fixed, so I'll wait." Okay, seriously... I'd put the phone up to
her and say, when he comes back on, come get me, I'll be playing on the
computer. Damn! That's LOVE. Not just "yeah this is my wife" kinda
love... that's "My name's Braden and I'm gonna do anything you want,
whenever you want, for as long as it takes, because I found my nerf
helmet yesterday" kinda love. FECK! Some people ought not leave home
without their nerf helmets!!! Go home retard, get ur helmet, and don't
leave your front yard again! FECK!