A husband is at home watching a football match when his wife interrupts, Honey, could you fix the light in the hall way? It’s been flickering for weeks now.
He looked at her and says angrily, Fix the light now? Does it look like I have “POWERGEN”? I don’t think so!
Fine! Then wife asks, well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won’t close right.
To which he replied, Does it look like I have “FRIDGID AIRE” written on my forehead? I don’t think so!
Fine! She says. Then you could at least fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break.
I am not a carpenter and I don’t want to fix steps. He says, does it look like I have “TAYLOR WOODROW” on my forehead? I don’t think so! I’ve had enough of this; I am going to the pub!!!
So he goes to the pub and drinks for couple of hours… He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to go home. As he walks into house he notices that the steps are already fixed. As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working. As he goes to get a beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed.
Honey, he asks, how would all this get fixed? She said, well when you left I sat outside and cried, just then a nice young man asked me what was wring 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 a cake.
Husband said, what kind of cake did you bake? She replied, hello… do you see “MR. KIPLING” written on my forehead. I don’t think so!
