Neapolitan

After twenty-two years of happy marriage, Bob and Carol marched into the guidance counsellor’s room wearing identical expressions of fury and heartache.
“He is utterly intolerable,” Carol declared.
“She is completely unbearable,” Bob countered.
“He says strawberry ice cream is best, which is obviously just wrong.”
“She thinks chocolate tastes better. How could she?”
The counsellor sighed. It was the usual problem.
“A good marriage is about compromise, you know. Do you agree on vanilla?”
They both nodded warily.
A short time later they left wreathed in smiles – and with a tub of Neapolitan ice cream in a carrier bag.

E.M. Swift-Hook