When her husband got home, she said, very nicely, “Honey, the disposal won’t work.
Would you try to fix it for me?”
Once again, he growled, “What do I look like? Mr. Plumber?”
The next day, the washing machine was on the blink.
When her husband got home, she steeled her courage and said, “Honey, the washer isn’t running.
Would you check on it?”
Again she was met with a snarl, “What do I look like? Tim the Tool-man?”
Finally, she had had enough.
The next morning, the woman called three repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the washer.
When her husband got home, she said, “Honey, I had the repairmen out today.”
He frowned, “Well, how much is that going to cost?”
“Well, honey, they all said I could pay them by baking them a cake or by having sex with them.”
“Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them?” he asked.
She smiled sweetly, and said,
“What do I look like? Betty Crocker?”
