Joke: Wife Complains to Husband about a Neighbor's 'Dirty' Linen
A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE
A married couple moved to their new apartment. In the morning, the wife looked through the window and saw a neighbor hanging out her linen to dry.
“Look at her dirty linen,” she told her husband.
But he didn’t pay attention to her and continued reading the newspaper.
“Perhaps her soap is bad, or she doesn't know how to wash, we should teach her!” added the woman.
Every time the neighbor was hanging out her linen, the wife was surprised about how dirty it was. One morning she looked through the window and screamed:
“Oh! Today the linen is clean. The lady probably learned how to wash it at last!”
“No, that’s not what happened,” her husband answered. “I just woke up a little bit earlier today and cleaned the window.”
A HEAVENLY MARRIAGE
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the kitchen. Where it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette sprinkled cookies.
Was he in heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
“Back off!” she said, “they're for the funeral.”