"HONEY, COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
IT'S BEEN
FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW."
HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY, "FIX THE
LIGHTS NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I
DON'T THINK SO."
"FINE", SHE REPLIES.
THEN THE WIFE ASKS, "WELL THEN, COULD
YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT ."
TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
"FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE WRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO."
"FINE", SHE SAYS.
"THEN YOU COULD
AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR? THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK ."
HE SAYS. "I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T WANT TO FIX STEPS." HE SAYS, "DOES
IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK
SO. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!! "
SO HE GOES
TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
TO GO HOME.
AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES THAT THE STEPS
ARE ALREADY FIXED.
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE HALL LIGHT
IS WORKING.
AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES THE FRIDGE DOOR IS
FIXED.
"HONEY", HE ASKS, "HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?"
SHE SAID, "WELL,
WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT OUTSIDE AND CRIED. JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN
ASKED ME WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM. HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE
REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A
CAKE."
HE SAID, "SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?"
SHE
REPLIED, "HELLOOOOO.. DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY
FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO!