Margaret looked him over, unimpressed. “Nope,” she replied, barely glancing up.
Bert, not one to give up easily, stormed off to the bathroom, ditched everything but his boots, and returned, hands on his hips, completely naked but for his prized footwear. “Well?
Notice *anything* different now?
” he asked, striking a pose.
Margaret glanced up, squinting a little. “Bert,” she said with a sigh, “if it’s drooping today, it was drooping yesterday, and it’ll be drooping again tomorrow.
” Bert, fuming, bellowed, “Do you know why it’s drooping, Margaret?
” “Can’t say I do,” she replied.
“It’s drooping because it’s STARING at my new boots! ” he huffed.
Without missing a beat, Margaret deadpanned, “Should’ve bought a hat, Bert.
Should’ve bought a hat.
”
