While attending a marriage seminar on communication, Tom and his wife Peg listened to the instructor declare, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other."
He looked at Tom and asked, "Can you describe your wife's favorite flower?"
Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "Bokomo All-Purpose, isn't it?"
The rest of the story is not pleasant.
Monica is an accomplished harpist who frequently plays for weddings, receptions, parties and other such events. She is also blonde and has an appropriately cherubic face.
She was on her way to an engagement at a hotel and stepped into an elevator with her large golden harp. Just before the doors closed, a distinguished gray-haired man stepped on.
As the elevator rose, he looked thoughtfully first at her and then her harp and asked, "How far up does this elevator go?"
At a Gardening Store, I told the young clerk I needed some potting soil.
"Over there," she answered, "in 40-pound bags."
"I couldn't possibly ...
handle one of those," I said.
"No problem. I'll get my husband to carry it to the car for you."
"That's no good," I replied. "If I took a 40-pound bag home, I'd have to take your husband too."
She smiled and said, "It's a deal!"