The wife was rushing to drive her mother, brother and
herself to the dentist this morning for their semi-annual cleaning. But then,
she stopped at the back door and the following “conversation” ensued:
Wife: “Should I lock the door, or will you?”
Me: (Dumbfounded, looking up at the ceiling in silence)
Wife: “Well, will you or won’t you? Yes or no.”
Me: (Reluctant to waste my breath, maintaining my
silence)
Wife: “Are you going to lock the door? Hurry, I’m going
to be late!”
Me: (Unable to stand it any longer) “Instead of yammering
on about it, you could have locked the door by now and been down the driveway
already.”
The doctor says the bruise on my arm should disappear in
a week or 10 days.
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