The chamber brimmed with expectant mothers and their companions.
The Lamaze session was in full sway.
The instructor coached the women on the proper breathing techniques while guiding the men on providing indispensable support during this phase of the plan.
“Ladies, physical activity greatly benefits your well-being,” proclaimed the teacher. “Walking, in particular, holds remarkable advantages…
… And gentlemen, it would also be quite supportive if you dedicated time to walk alongside your partner!”
A hush descended upon the room.
At last, a man at the heart of the assembly raised his hand.
“Yes?” inquired the instructor.
“… Would it be permissible for her to carry a golf bag as we walk?”
Bonus:
What are you doing in my closet?
Whenever a bus rumbled down the street, an unsettling noise emerged from the woman’s closet door. Seeking resolution, she engaged the services of a carpenter to unravel the mystery.
Upon arrival, the carpenter diligently scrutinized the situation. Despite his efforts, there was nothing immediately apparent that could be causing the disturbance. However, just as a bus whizzed by, a jarring creak resonated through the air, leaving the carpenter dumbfounded.
Intrigued by this unexpected revelation, the carpenter decided to take matters into his own hands. He made the peculiar choice to position himself within the confines of the closet, anticipating the next bout of noise.
In an unforeseen twist, the woman’s husband returned home. Opening the closet door, he was met not by the expected source of the disturbance, but rather by a complete stranger. His expression shifted from surprise to a mixture of disdain and confusion, and he directed his bewilderment towards both his wife and the unexpected occupant, posing the incredulous question, “What on earth are you doing inside my closet?”
In response, the carpenter seized the opportunity for levity, countering with a wry grin, “Would it stretch your imagination too far if I claimed to be waiting for the bus?”
