A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A FOOTBALL MATCH WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS, “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 ‘ELECTRICIAN’ WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON’T THINK SO.”
“FINE,” THEN THE WIFE ASKS, “WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? THE HANDLE IS BROKEN.”
TO WHICH HE REPLIES, “FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ‘SAMSUNG’ WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON’T THINK SO.”
“FINE,” SHE SAYS, “THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEP AT THE FRONT DOOR?
IT HAS BEEN BROKEN FOR AGES.”
“I’M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON’T WANT TO FIX STEPS.”
HE SAYS, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ‘HOME HANDYMAN’ WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON’T THINK SO – I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I’M GOING TO THE GOLF CLUB!!!!”
SO HE GOES TO THE GOLF CLUB AND DRINKS FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS…
HE WALKS AND NOTICES THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.
AS HE GOES TO GET ANOTHER BEER, HE NOTICES THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
“HONEY,” HE ASKS, “HOW DID ALL THIS GET FIXED?”
SHE SAYS, “WELL, WHEN YOU WENT TO THE GOLF CLUB 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 HIM A CAKE.”
HE SAYS, “SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?”
SHE REPLIES, “HELLOOOOO… DO YOU SEE ‘GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF QUEEN’ WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
