When I was growing up, it was a given that us kids were supposed to help out around the house. Me and my sisters would empty the dishwasher, take out the trash and clean our rooms.
My parents split their chores pretty evenly between themselves, they both cooked for example (although dad always stuck to his 3 go-to dishes…).
I can only imagine how pissed my mom would have gotten if my dad would have refused to help out.
This story is about a newlywed husband who learns the cost of being lazy. This is what happens when you think that your wife is the only one who’s supposed to take care of things at home!
This story really made my day, so I shared it with my mom, since I knew she would she could use a good laugh today. Feel free to share this story if you laughed too!
A wife and her lazy husband
A newlywed couple had just moved into their first house.
The man is sitting in his couch, watching football on TV.
During a commercial break, his wife asks him, “Honey, can you change the light bulb in the hall after the game?”
He looks at her her wryly and says, “Do I look like a damn electrician?”
A few days pass, and one afternoon when the husband comes home, his wife asks him:
“Honey, the fridge door is broken. Could fix it?”
The husband shakes his head and replies, “Do I look like a damn appliance repairman?”
His wife says, “Alright. But could you at least fix the stairstep by the front door? One of these days one of us is going to trip and fall when we get home.”
The man throws up his arms and says:
“I’m not a damn carpenter either… I’m not fixing any stairsteps! Do I have ‘Home Depot’ printed on my head or something? I’ve had enough, I’m going to the pub.”
He goes to the pub and drinks for a couple of hours, and then starts feeling guilty. He decides to go home and fix the broken things. When he gets home, he notices that the stairstep is fixed, the light bulb in the hall is working and the fridge door as well.
He asks his wife, “Honey, how did this happen?”
“Well, after you went out, I sat on the stairs and cried a bit. Just then, a young man passed by and asked me what was wrong. I told him what had happened, and then he offered to fix all the broken things, if I either slept with him, or baked him a fancy cake.”
“Huh, I see. So you baked him a cake then?”
“Come on… Do I look like a damn pastry chef?”
Serves him right!
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