A wife was in bed having fun with her lover when she heard her husband’s key in the door. Her eyes widened in alarm,
and she swiftly hushed her lover.
“Just stay right there,”
she instructed him.
“My husband’s come home,
but he’s had too much to drink tonight.
He won’t notice a thing.
“Her prediction proved true as her husband staggered into the room,
his steps clumsy and uneven.
He mumbled something unintelligible,
his words slurred and his coordination off.
With a heavy sigh, he dropped onto the bed beside his wife.
As he lay there,
the room spinning around him,
his gaze landed on the foot of the bed.
He squinted, trying to make sense of the sight before him.
There, poking out from under the covers, were six feet.
His brain, foggy with alcohol, struggled to process the scene.
Turning to his wife, he managed to articulate his concern.
“There’s something odd right here. We’ve got 6 feet in our bed.
There should be only 4. Why are there so many?” The wife kept her cool.
“Oh dear, you’ve had too much to drink,” she chatted gently.
“You’re not seeing straight. Why don’t you get up and count again from that side over there?
It’ll be clearer then.”
With some effort, the husband climbed out of bed.
He stumbled around to where he had a clear view and took a moment to steady himself.
He counted out loud. “1, 2, 3, 4. Oh my bad, you were…”