Fishing
Every Saturday morning Fred goes fishing. He gets up early and eager, makes
his lunch, hooks up his boat and off he goes... all day long.
Well, one Saturday morning he gets up early, dresses quietly, gets his lunch
made, puts on his long johns, grabs the dog and goes to the garage to hook
up his boat to the truck and down the driveway he goes.
Coming out of his garage rain is pouring down; it is like a torrential
downpour. There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50
mph. Minutes later, he returns to the garage. He comes back into the house
and turns the TV to the weather channel.
He finds it's going to be bad weather all day long, so he puts his boat back
in the garage, quietly undresses and slips back into bed. Then he cuddles up
to his wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispers, "The
weather out there is terrible." To which she sleepily replies, "Can you
believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?"
