You and Harry were about to move into your first apartment together. It was an exciting day for both of you. The room really needed a new coat of paint to brighten everything up though. You went to the local hardware store. Looking at all the paint samples was quite overwhelming so you brought some home. You determined that the yellowish-brown color would brighten up the room. Harry thought the browny-yellow would look better. For the whole day you argued over paint colors. By the end you were in tears. "How can we live together if we can't even chose a pain color, Harry??" He looked at you mirroring how upset you looked.
"Come here," he said, as you followed to the paint chip wall.
He grabbed one of his darts. You didn't know why, he was an awful throw. He threw it at the wall and it landed on really light blue. It was a gorgeous color. Harry said, "that's the color this room is going to be!"
You ran up and threw your arms around him. If he could find a compromise so easily it will be amazing to live with him.
