An Angry Housewife Met Her Husband.

An angry housewife met her husband at the front door and immediately noticed he smelled of alcohol and perfume.

“I assume,” she said with her most acidic sarcasm,

“That there must be a very good reason for your coming home at six o’clock in the morning with booze on your breath and another woman’s perfume all over you.”

“There is,” he said.

“I’d like breakfast.”