A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrupts,
"Honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It's been flickering for weeks
now." He looks at her and says angrily, "Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I
have a G.E. logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so." "Well then, could
you fix the fridge door? It won't close right."
To which he replies, "Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have
Westinghouse written on my forehead? I don't think so". "Fine," she says,
"Then could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They're about to
break." "I'm not a damn carpenter and I don't want to fix the steps," he
says. "Does it look like I have Ace Hardware written on my forehead? I don't think
so. I've had enough of you. I'm going to the bar!!!" So he goes to the bar and drinks
for a couple hours. He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to
go home and help out. As he walks into the house, he notices the steps are already fixed.
As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working. As he goes to get a beer, he
notices the fridge door is fixed. "Honey, how'd this all get fixed?" She says,
"Well, when you left, I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice young man happened by
and asked me what was wrong, and I told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all I
had to do was either screw him or bake him a cake." "So, what kind of cake did
you bake him?" the husband asks. She replies, "Hellooooooo........ Do you see
Betty Crocker written on my forehead? I don't think so."