Later, grounded and sitting on the porch steps, Georgie says, “You think they hate each other?”
“Fascinating,” Sheldon whispers.
The night before George and Mary’s anniversary trip to a rustic bed-and-breakfast, Sheldon corners his father in the garage.
“Everything is an equation,” Sheldon replies. “You’re just missing a variable.”
“Dad, I’ve calculated a 73% probability that this weekend will result in a significant argument,” Sheldon announces, holding a clipboard. “Factors include: Mom’s unspoken resentment about your poker nights, the B&B’s unreliable Wi-Fi, and the German-themed restaurant’s limited vegetarian options for her.”
Sheldon considers. “No. They’ve simply optimized their conflict-resolution protocols.”