"It's 10pm!" he said. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she replied.
"You're cleaning the floor."
"Yes, I am."
"But the cleaner is coming tomorrow!"
"Yes, and she can't see our kitchen floor like this. The dogs have brought too much mud in from outside. It's embarrassing."
"Are you listening to yourself?"
"It makes perfect sense to me," she said, pushing the mop violently.
"I'm just going to go..." he said, "Uh... back to the living room, sit down, and watch TV. OK? I'll be just in here..." He backed away, slowly.