Am I in Heaven?

ML, a Muslim that I work with, had surgery a few months ago on his back.  It was serious enough that it required him to be put under anesthesia.  When he came out of sedation, he found himself in a room surrounded by numerous female nurses.  Still groggy, he lazily asked, “Am I in heaven?  Are you my virgins?”  I asked him if he was disappointed with the selection.  He claims that he doesn’t remember even saying this, much less what he thought about the women.

As they wheeled him from recovery into his room, still mostly out of it, he saw a woman that he didn’t recognize standing in the room, frowned, and asked his nurse, “Who is that, and why is she in my room?”  The nurse said, “Sir, that’s your wife.”  His wife was not amused, especially after the virgins comment, which she apparently also overheard.

Now, his wife plays that trump card whenever she wants to get her way.  “You don’t want to eat what I want to eat for dinner?  Remember that time when you had surgery?”  And ML simply has to go along with it.  I’m wondering now if she made it all up just to get this lifelong trump in her pocket.  If so, that was brilliant!