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 light now? Does it look like I have GE written on my forehead? I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” says the wife, then asks, “Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won’t close right.” To which he 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 you could at least fix the front door steps? They’re about to break.” “I’m not a carpenter and I don’t want to fix steps,” he says, “Does it look like I have Ace Hardware written on my forehead? I don’t think so. I’ve had enough of you. I’m going to the bar!!!!”
So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple of hours. 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 have been 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’d all this get fixed? She says, “Well, when you left I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice young man came by and 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 a cake.” The man says, “So what kind of cake did you bake?”
The woman replies, “Hellooooo…Do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead? I don’t think so!”
