Never underestimate the tactical brilliance of a husband who has had a few too many drinks.
It was 2:00 AM when he finally stumbled onto the front porch and rang the bell. His furious wife cracked open the upstairs window and hissed, “Forget it! You’re late again. Sleep on the road tonight, because this door is staying locked!”
Now, it just so happened that there was a deep water well right in their front yard.
The husband yelled back, “If you don’t open this door right now, I swear I’m jumping in and ending it all!”
“Do whatever you want!” she snapped, slamming the window shut.
Determined to win the standoff, the husband quietly scavenged the yard, found a massive boulder, and hurled it straight down the well shaft. A violent, echoing SPLASH shattered the night silence.
Panic-stricken, the wife bolted down the stairs, threw open the front door, and sprinted into the yard screaming his name.
The exact second she cleared the threshold, the husband slipped out from behind the bushes, glided inside the house, and slammed the heavy door shut, throwing the deadbolt.
The wife spun around, realizing she’d been catastrophically played. She hammered on the wood, furious. “Open this door right now! Otherwise, I’ll scream down the neighborhood and gather everyone here!”
The husband opened the window, smiled down at her smoothly, and replied:
“Please, go ahead. I’d love to hear you explain to the entire neighborhood what you’re doing wandering the streets this late in your see-through nightgown.”
