A husband is at home watching a football game when his
wifeinterrupts, “Honey, could you fix the light in the
hallway? It’s been flickering for weeks now.” He looks
at her and says angrily, “Fix the light? Now? Does it
look like I have a G.E. logo printed on my forehead?
I don’t think so.” “Well, then could you fix the fridge
door? It won’t close right.”To which he replied, “Fix
the fridge door? Does it look like I have Westinghouse
written on my forehead? I don’t think so.” “Fine,” she
says, “Then could you at least fix the steps to the front
door? They’re about to break.”"I’m not a damn carpenter
and I don’t want to fix the steps,” he says. “Does it look
like I have Ace Hardware written on my forehead? I don’t
think so. I’ve had enough of you. I’m going to the bar!”
So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple hours. He
starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and
decides to go home and help out. As he walks into the house,
he notices the steps are already fixed. As he enters the
house, he sees the hall light is working. As he goes to get a
beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed. “Honey, how’d this
all get fixed?” She said, “Well, when you left, I sat outside
and cried. Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong,
and I told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all I had
to do was either sleep with him or bake him a cake.” He said,
“So, what kind of cake did you bake him?” She replied,
“Hellooooo… Do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead?”