Bake a Cake or Go to Bed

| May 3, 2012

     A husband is at home watching a football game 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 GE written on my forehead?  I don’t think so.”
Then the wife asks, “Well then, could you fix the fridge door?  It won’t close right,” to which the husband replies, “Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Westinghouse written on my forehead?  I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” she says, “then could you at least fix the steps to the front door?  They are about to break.”
“I’m not a carpenter and I don’t want to fix the steps,” he says.”  “Does it look like I have Home Depot written on my forehead?  I don’t think so.  I’m going to the bar!”  So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple of hours.  Then 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, the hall light is working, the fridge door fixed.”
“Honey,” he asks, “how’d all this get fixed?”
She says, “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 him a cake.”
“So what kind of cake did you bake?” askes the husband.
She replies, “Hello?  Do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead?”

William Arthur

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