THE WRONG ONE
A conscientious wife tried hard to please her critical husband, but failed regularly. Jack was especially disagreeable at breakfast. If Jill prepared scrambled eggs, he wanted poached; if she poached eggs, he wanted scrambled. One morning Jill poached one egg and scrambled the other and placed the plate before Jack. Anxiously she awaited what surely this time would be his unqualified approval. Jack peered down at the plate and snorted, "Can't you do anything right? You've scrambled the wrong one!"
How many of you ladies present would like to do something with that plate of eggs besides let Jack eat them?