The Husband Store, a store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a woman may go to select her husband.
Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates: You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights.
The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1 – These men Have Jobs.
She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 2 – These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.’That’s nice,’ she thinks, ‘but I want more.’
So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.
‘Wow,’ she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.
‘Oh, mercy me!’ she exclaims, ‘I can hardly stand it!’
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 5 – These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 6 – You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.
(Editor’s note: This information was provided to me by my friend Jeri – she was smart enough to get off on the third floor.)
Now we’ve been reduced to whether or not we have a job. What about all those ex and current husbands that are out of work, does this make them less attractive? What’s wrong with laying around becoming a submissive beer drinking slug.
Side note: I have a NEW job. I have taken a position mending sails in the Cayman Islands.
Actually I’m only cutting the patches for them because I haven’t been trained to sew.
I still have some prerequisite coarses such as yarn recognition 101 and thread comp 101.(sort of like English Comp but you can probably tell I didn’t do well in that one)
If all goes well with these studies hopefully I’ll be “marketable”,at the least I’ll be doing something constructive and improving my tan or maybe just increasing my chances of skin cancer.
Okay, point well taken Tinker. Remind me to tell you about the Wife Store across the street.