My husband, Micheal, and I were at a restaurant with his boss, a rather stern  elderly man. When Micheal began a story I was sure he had told before, I gave him a kick under the table. There was no response, so I gave him another kick. Still the story went on. Suddenly he stopped and said with a smile, "Oh, but I've told you this one before, haven't I ?" We all chuckled and changed the subject. Later, on the dance floor, I asked my husband why it had taken him so long to get my message. "What do you mean?" he replied. "I cut off the story as soon as you kicked me." "But I kicked you twice, and it still took you a while to stop!" Suddenly we realized what had happened and returned to our table. The boss smiled and said, "Don't worry. After the second one I thought it wasn't for me, so I passed it along!" The writer kicked her husband because   _  .
she didn't like him she didn't like stories he was telling a story he had told before the story he told was not interesting