>Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can’t believe. He forces
>himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of
>aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a
>single red rose!
>
>Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and
>pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order,
>spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins,
>cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom
>mirror, and notices a note on the table: “Honey, breakfast is on the stove,
>I left early to go shopping–Love you!”
>
>He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the
>morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.
>
>Jack asks, “Son… what happened last night?”
>
>”Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You broke
>some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran
>into the door.”
>
>”So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and
>breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”
>
>His son replies, “Oh THAT!… Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she
>tried to take your pants off, you screamed, “Leave me alone, lady, I’m
>married!”
>
>
>
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