That one made me giggle a little, but only a little.
I tend to not enjoy jokes like that... but...
Hubby takes over 10 minutes to get ready to go to the grocery store.
I mean, it's time to go, I get up, go pee, put my coat and shoes on, and I'm sorted.
He gets up, goes to the bathroom, checks and adjusts his hair (though he has very little), brushes his teeth, checks his clothes, changes his shirt if the one he's wearing is at all "dirty", comes back out, puts on a scarf (and then gets me to do it again so it'll "look right"), asks me 2-3 times if "this" is alright/okay ("is my hair alright?", "Is this shirt okay?", "Do I look okay?", etc), gets his boots and coat on, and then we can go.
But he won't start this process 'till after I've been to the washroom...