@okie,
okie talking about common sense. Let me tell the little man what common sense is.
My late mother-in-law was a staunch Republican. Always wore liners under her pants on top of her ankle length girdle then complained rooms were too warm. Was the sort of cook cake mixes were created for. Loved to complain about everything. Was a vicious racist. Was an ethnic hater as well. You should have heard her on "Eye-talians."
My ex-husband, her son, used to say that his mother was so Republican that she would vote for Hitler if he ran as a Republican. As the marriage was winding down, and I was sick of her racism and her whining, when he ran the line about her voting for Hitler, I said, "Yeah, but Republican candidacy aside, she wouldn't have voted for Hirohitu." He never ran it again.
Her second husband was a fussy eater. She sat around moping as Thanksgiving neared, complaining about how much she missed the green bean casserole made with Campbell's cream of mushroom soup and canned onion rings. "Oh, how I miss it, but Frank won't eat mushrooms."
Now, here is where the common sense comes in.
I said, "Eleanor, why don't you substitute cream of chicken for cream of mushroom soup?"
She looked at me with a truly Massachusetts expression: the light was dawning on Marble Head.
Then she said, "We've been married for 13 years and I never thought of that."
I wanted to say, Why not, but controlled myself. That, too, is common sense.