When my friend got a job, her husband agreed to share the housework. He was stunned by the amount of effort involved in keeping a house clean with small boys to pick up after, and insisted that he and his wife shop for a new vacuum cleaner.
The salesman gave them a demonstration of the latest model. “It comes equipped with all the newest features,” he assured them.
The husband was not convinced. “Don’t you have a riding one?” he asked.
As I picked out flowers for my mother, I noticed a man next to me juggling three boxes of candy and a large bouquet.
"What did you do wrong?" I said with a laugh.
He mumbled back, "I got married."
I was cleaning a hotel room when the previous occupant came in, looking for her husband’s keys.
We searched high and low without luck. I finally peeked underneath the bed closest to the wall.
"Don’t bother—that was my bed," she said. "He wouldn’t have gone anywhere near it."
While I was out to lunch, my coworker answered my phone and told the caller that I would be back in 20 minutes.
The woman asked, “Is that 20 minutes Central Standard Time?”