| Jones, who had been away on an extended trip, had very romantic plans for his first night home. He broached them to his wife, who promptly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, but I've got to do all of this laundry. Another time, please." The next night Jones tried again, and his wife said, "Oh my, I would like to dear, but it wouldn't be any good. I've got this terrible headache. Please give me a rain check." By the third night, Jones was rather impatient. "How about it?" he said urgently. Whereupon, Mrs. Jones snapped. "This is the third night in a row you've asked. What are you? Some kind of a sex maniac?" |