Two Women Were Chatting In The Office

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Two women were chatting in the office…

WOMAN 1: I had a fine evening, how was yours?

WOMAN 2: It was a disaster. My husband came home, ate his dinner in 3 minutes and fell asleep in 2 minutes. How was yours?

WOMAN 1: “Oh it was amazing! My husband came home and took me out for a romantic dinner. After dinner, we walked for an hour.”

“When we came home, he lit the candles around the house. It was like a fairy tale! At the same time, their husbands were talking at work…”

HUSBAND 1: How was your evening?

HUSBAND 2: Great! I came home, dinner was on the table, I ate and fell asleep. What about you?

HUSBAND 1: “It was horrible! I came home, there’s no dinner, they cut the electricity because I forgot to pay the bill; so I took her out for dinner which was so expensive that I didn’t have money left for a cab. “

“We walked home which took an hour and when we got home, we remembered there was no electricity so I had to light candles all over the house!”

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