Micro-story: My Wife‘s Dress Is Inside Out(by Tonkabean) My name is Bob. One evening, my wife came home from work. I noticed her whole dress was inside out. I froze for a second. Before I could react, she turned on the TV, ran into the kitchen to stir-fry, then we ate, cleared the table, washed the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor, and took out the trash — all within thirty minutes. That’s the rhythm of this city. My city rhythm. Ho Ho ha ha ha…! Ever since my wife became a Laughter Yoga student, she laughs about it, cries about it, then laughs again. Ho Ho ha ha ha… Ho Ho ha ha ha… VGVG Yeah! At night, we went to bed. I noticed her pajamas were inside out again. I froze again. I…