My wife dragged me to the art gallery to view a traveling Reuben exhibit. I tried to avoid going, but no luck.
“We need some culture in our lives.”
However, she didn’t anticipate looking at painting after painting of curvaceous ladies in the buff. She complained, saying it was unfair that all the nude paintings depicted women.
So jokingly I pointed to an arrow on the wall that read, ‘Men.’ She smiled and hurried off in that direction.
“Honey!” I called out, but I was too slow. Seconds later she found herself standing before the door to the men’s room.