Husband: “Why not just throw it in the trash? That’s much easier.”
Wife: “But there are poor, starving people who can really use all these clothes.”
Husband: “Honey, anyone who fits into your clothing is not starving…”
That morning, she let the comment slide. But later that day, she found something that made her blood boil—a note from her husband, taped casually to the fridge.
My dear wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongfully interpret the fact that I’ll be spending this evening with my 19-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn hotel.
Please don’t be upset — I shall be home before midnight.
Love,
Your husband
He walked in just before midnight, whistling like nothing had happened—until he saw the note waiting for him on the dining table.
My dear husband,
Thank you for your honesty. You’re right — I am 57. But you seem to have forgotten that you, too, are 57.
As you know, I’m a math teacher at the local college. So let me put it in numbers you’ll understand. While you read this, I’ll be at Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who also happens to be the assistant tennis coach. He’s young, energetic, and—like your secretary—19 years old.
Now, as a successful businessman with a sharp grasp of numbers, you’ll appreciate this:
19 goes into 57 more times than 57 goes into 19.
So don’t wait up — I’ll be home sometime tomorrow.
Warm regards,
Your loving wife
