A very similar event was taking place several miles away in the suburbs of Chicago. Molly Flynn was sitting on the couch holding a letter in her hand when her husband Mike came home from work.
"Hi, Mike," Molly said lovingly.
"Hey, Molly," Mike replied as the two of them kissed. Mike noticed the letter in Molly's hand.
"Whatcha got there?" Mike asked.
"This letter came in the mail saying that you've been chosen to be in something called a husband swap," Molly explained. Mike gave Molly a wide eyed look of shock and confusion.
"Husband swap? What does that mean? I have to legally marry someone else?" Mike panicked.
"No, of course not! That'd be insane," Molly clarified while pushing Mike's shoulder.
"It says that you are going to swap lives with another husband for two weeks," Molly says while looking at the letter.
Mike got up from the couch. "Molly, this doesn't sound like a good idea. I...I don't want to do this," Mike said as he walked into the kitchen. Molly followed her husband.
"What makes you think this is a bad idea?"
"Well..." Mike hesitated, "there's so many things that can go wrong. Like...what if the guy that swaps with me is a jerk to you? Or what if my new wife is a bitch?"
Molly put one hand on Mike's shoulder and her other hand on his cheek.
"I know you're nervous, I am too. But this might be an interesting experience," Molly said.
"Yeah but..." Mike began.
"Shh, shh, shh," Molly shushed Mike with her finger over his lips.
"If this doesn't work, and we're both miserable, then we won't ever do anything like this again," Molly whispered in a soft, comforting tone.
"Alright, I'll do it...for you," Mike agreed as he leaned over and kissed his wife's lips.