I don’t need permission from my wife to spend five dollars, but for some reason I felt compelled to tell her anyway.
“John, you don’t need my permission to spend five dollars,” she replies.
“I know, I thought I would extend you the courtesy of asking anyway.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
“We’ve taken him someplace you’ll never find him. Unless you deliver five, unmarked one dollar bills to us by two o’clock this afternoon you’ll never see him again.”