Lighten up Mondays.

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The retired couple sat at the table after their Sunday lunch when the wife looked over and said,

“Know what I feel like?  An ice cream.  Will you go get me one?”

“Okay, honey,” said the long-suffering husband, getting up.

“But not just any ice cream” she interrupted.  “A sundae.”

“Okay, dear, a sundae it is.”

Banana split
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“But not just any sundae, a banana split.  Should I write it down and put the note in your coat pocket?”

“No, dear,” said the husband, pulling on his coat.  “You want a special sundae, a banana split.”

“Right, but not just any banana split.  I want a scoop of chocolate on one side and a scoop of vanilla on the other.  Sure you don’t want me to write it down?”

“I got it, I got it,” said the beleaguered husband, heading for the door.

“But that’s not all,” she shouted after him.  ” I want it to be special.  I want whipped cream and a cherry on top.  Let me write it down for you.”

“No, no, no,” protested her husband.  “You want a special ice cream sundae: a banana split with a scoop of vanilla here, a scoop of chocolate there, some whipped cream, and a cherry on top.”

“And don’t forget the chopped nuts.”

“Chopped nuts,” repeated the husband as the door closed after him.

Two hours later, the husband returned and put a greasy paper bag on the kitchen table.  The wife walked over, looked inside, and saw four bagels.  Looking up at him in intense irritation, she snapped, “I knew it – you forgot the cream cheese.”

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