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 a G.E. logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so!"
The wife asks, "Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close properly."
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're about to break."
"I"m not a damn 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 this! I'm going to the bar."
So he goes to the bar, has a few drinks, and starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife. So he decides to go home and help out.
As he walks into the house he notices that the steps are fixed. Inside, the hall light is working and the fridge door is fixed.
"Honey," he asks, "How did all this get fixed?"
His wife said, "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 him"? asked her husband.
"Hello! Does it look like I have Betty Crocker written on my forehead? I don't think so!"
He looks at her and says angrily, "Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I have a G.E. logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so!"
The wife asks, "Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close properly."
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're about to break."
"I"m not a damn 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 this! I'm going to the bar."
So he goes to the bar, has a few drinks, and starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife. So he decides to go home and help out.
As he walks into the house he notices that the steps are fixed. Inside, the hall light is working and the fridge door is fixed.
"Honey," he asks, "How did all this get fixed?"
His wife said, "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 him"? asked her husband.
"Hello! Does it look like I have Betty Crocker written on my forehead? I don't think so!"