Saturday, 28 March 2009

What's for dinner?

Frank feared his wife Peg wasn't hearing as well as she used to, and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he talked to the family Doctor, to discuss the problem.

The Doctor told him there was a simple informal test the husband could perform, to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.

Here's what you do,' said the Doctor, 'stand about 40 feet away from her, and, in a normal conversational speaking tone, see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet and so on, until you get a response.'

That evening, Frank's wife is in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, 'I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens.' Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?'

No response.

So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife, and repeats, 'Peg, what's for dinner?'

Still no response.

Next he moves into the dining room, where he is about 20 feet from his wife, and asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?'

Again he gets no response.

So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. 'Honey, what's for dinner?' Again there is no response.

So he walks right up behind her. 'Peg, what's for dinner?'

(I just love this)



'Frank, for the FIFTH bloody time, CHICKEN!'
 

5 comments:

  1. Hahahahahahaha! I love it! Ain't it the truth! Only in hindsight, though. Oh my gosh! When I think back on all of the situations that I could have sworn was someone else's problem and now realize it was just as much mine, I cringe!
    Thanks for the funny reminder!

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  2. Cute~and like so many humorous things, rooted in truth!

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  3. LOL! Thank you for the laugh! :)

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  4. Thanks for the laugh. They've been a bit scarce lately. Much appreciated.

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