Ok, so what's the deal with the Dick York/Dick Sargeant thing? I mean, say you're nine or ten, and you come home after school to watch the season premiere of Bewitched, and you find Samantha sleeping with another man, AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S NOT THE SAME GUY!! It's like the Sixth Sense or something!
I'm going to take a moment to wallow in my victimhood, and decide to blame my whole misguided adulthood on the fact that my moral compass hit a magnetic anomaly when I watched a near family member trade her husband in for a better looking one.
Larry, fix me a martini.