A lesson in home help. 😁

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 ‘G.E.’ written on my forehead? I don’t think so.”

“Fine.” Then the wife asks, “How about fixing 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 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 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.

Later he starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to go home.

As he walks up to the house he notices that the steps are all fixed.

Entering the house, he sees the hall light is now 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, after you left, I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice young man came along 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 him a cake.”

The husband says, “So what kind of cake did you bake?”

She replies, “Hellooooo… Do you see ‘Betty Crocker’ written on my forehead?