Honey, I’ll Bury You…
There is this old joke about a male tourist who refused to bury his wife in the Holy Land, she having died there, despite it being the cheaper alternative to carrying her back home, because he had heard of some bloke who had woken and walked three days after being buried right there in Jerusalem, and just did not want to run the risk. Hilarious as it is - the joke, that is - I reckoned I had the perfect opportunity when my wife sent it across to me by email.
“I promise,” I replied, “to bury you right there in the Holy Land, if you would sponsor me getting this MacBook (specs as attached).”
“Sure thing,” said she, “if you will find some place else for all the assorted machines that clutter our study.”
Quoth me, “Sure, I’ll get rid of the little tyke’s PC, take the spare laptop back to office and then there will just be the one PC and my MacBook in the study.”
She: “And what will the tyke do when she wants to go Disney ga-ga?”
Me: “Ofcourse, honey, she will use the PC that you use when you telecommute - the one with all your essential documents, photos, email… Deal?”
She: “I promise I will bury you, honey, right here at home, behind the kitchen sink, if you come up with anything as bright, anymore.”
PETA to note - no grievous bodily harm was inflicted on any endangered husband in the course of this exchange.
