Who Buys the Stamps?

In our house, a roll of stamps lasts a long time, long enough to need booster stamps. Rumors are they've solved that problem. Now when you buy a first class stamp, whatever price you pay, you can use the stamp forever.
But so what? Our current roll is the old kind, and yesterday I needed to remember how old. So I innocently asked my hubby, "What's the postage now?"
My dear husband, who reads the Wall Street Journal every day and speaks as if he knows EVERYTHING about rising prices, said, "How should I know?" And he said it with the exasperation of someone who had just spent the last thirty years locked in the same room with a two-year-old asking WHY? a thousand times every single day.
Of course this does pretty much describe the history of our marriage, but that's beside the point.
Using the basic principles of non-violent communication, I said, "Honey, when you speak to me like that I feel shitty. Next time I ask you something, and you don't have the answer, I'd like it if you politely said, 'Sorry, dear, I don't know. Why don't you try Wikipedia?'"
I thought I was being sarcastic big time, but he smiled and agreed that would be a better way to reply.
For the rest of the day, whenever I asked him something, instead of getting all bent, he shrugged and said, "Maybe Wikipedia can tell you."
One breakthrough for the day was great. But here's the kicker. That evening he gave me another gift -- my very own packet of "forever" stamps.
And they say nothing ever gets better.