A married man and woman were sound asleep in their bed deep in the middle of the night. Suddenly, a loud, heavy thud echoed from the downstairs hallway, shattering the silence of the house.
Waking up in a total panic, the wife violently shoved the man, rolled over, and hissed in a terrified whisper, “Oh my God! It’s my husband! You have to get out of here right now!”
Adrenaline instantly coursing through his veins, the man bolted out of bed in total darkness. Without thinking, he leaped headfirst out of the open second-story window, crashed violently through the rose bushes below, scrambled over the garden fence, and sprinted down the pavement.
He ran two full blocks in his underwear before he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks under a streetlamp. He took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and realized something mind-boggling.
“Wait a minute…” he muttered to himself. “I AM her husband!”
Furious and completely bewildered by his own sheer stupidity, he marched all the way back to the house, stomped up the stairs, and burst into the bedroom. He glared at his wife and yelled, “What the hell was that all about?! I’m your husband!”
The wife sat up in bed, crossed her arms, gave him a filthy, ice-cold look, and fired back:
“Oh yeah? Then why did you run?!”
