One morning, a husband sipped coffee on the couch when his wife stormed in, clutching a screwdriver, a wrench, and a scowl. “The washing machine’s broken,” she declared. He sighed, set his mug down, and offered to check it. She scoffed, “What, you’re a repairman now?” As he knelt by the washer, she unleashed a torrent of warnings: “Careful! Lefty loosey, righty tighty! You’ll break it! Did you read the instructions?!” He tried to respond, but she
kept on, “Don’t touch that! You’ll electrocute yourself! Use a wrench! Why don’t you listen?!” Panicked, she insisted he call a professional. Calmly, he stood, dusted his hands, and said, “Now you know how it feels when you cook dinner.” He’s expected to wake up in a few days.
