Better, or Worse?

I just can’t resist eavesdropping on conversations in public places. Tonight, while standing in line at the CVS, I heard some scolding to my left. The cashier was giving this old geezer a hard time about taking better care of his wife (maybe he was picking up a bag of meds for her).

Now this guy was old, with leathery skin about the same complexion and texture as the seats in my aged Volvo (e.g. pre-airbags). But he still had some fire left in him. “Now when you married her, it was for better or worse. You promised for better or worse”, scolded the cashier.

Geezer was thinking more like until “death do us part”. He snapped, “I had the better. Now I’ve got the worse”.