Kate was standing there.

Kate was standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Her husband, Paul, was in the living room drinking a beer and watching the game.

“Honey, you need to come in here and fix the fridge.” “The door is broken, and if you don’t fix it, the food will go bad,” Kate said.

Paul yelled back, “Who do I look like, the PG&E man?” I don’t think so.”

A little while later, Kate said, “Honey, you need to fix the hall light; it’s out.”

“What do I resemble, an electrician?” “No, I don’t think so,” Paul shot back.

“Honey, you need to fix the porch step before someone gets hurt on it,” Kate stated a few hours later.

Paul said swiftly, “What do I resemble, a carpenter?” “No, I don’t believe so.”

Paul gets up and walks away, frustrated by all the requests. He chooses to go to a nearby tavern. He went home after the game because he felt slightly terrible about how he treated his wife.

He came up the porch and realized that the step was fixed. He walked into the house and noticed that the hall light was fixed. He walked into the kitchen to get a cold beer and noticed that the fridge was fixed.

“Babe, how did you fix all this?” Paul asked his wife.

She turned to face him and said, “I started crying on the porch after you left.” When a fine young man passed by and saw me weeping, he asked what he could do to help.

He made things better. I inquired as to what I might do for payment. He suggested that I either prepare him a cake or sleep with him.

“What type of cake did you make for him?” Paul inquired.

Kate looked at him and replied, “Who do I look like, Betty Crocker?” I don’t think so!”

Share with friends and family

You may also like...