By Robert Clements
It was after one of those quiet dinners when our wives had gone to another room and we three friends sat together enjoying a bit of banter that John turned to me and said, “Any idea what our wives are talking about now?”
“What?” I asked.
“Us!” said Jack and John nodded.
“That’s all women ever talk about!” yawned John, “they’re not like us cracking jokes andhaving a ball, its only about how good their husbands are or how well they’re doing at work!”
“We can eves drop!” I said, “The room’s got a thin door and we can listen easily!”
And like excited schoolboys we lined up outside unashamed to overhear our wives.
We heard their voices and giggles and Jane, John’s wife’s voice came loud and clear, “One day John decided to wash his sweat-shirt after he stepped into the laundry room, and he shouts to me, ‘What setting do I use on the washing machine?’
“It depends,” I replied. ‘What does it say on your shirt?’ And do you know what John yells back?”
“What?” asked the other two.
“University of Oklahoma!”
The women laughed and John appeared ashen as he leaned against the thin door, “You really said that?” I asked him and we chuckled silently till I heard my wife speak, “Bob told me he’s going to make me the happiest woman in the world last night!”
“What did you tell him?” asked the other two?”
“I’m going to miss you!”
I turned away from the door angrily and was going back to the living room when we heard Susan, Jacks wife give her tell tale laugh, “You’ve got some thing to narrate?” asked Jane.
“Yeah its about Jack. You know how he thinks he’s got a sexy body and all that?”
The others laughed and Jack squirmed next to me.
“Well,” said Susan, “Jack steps out of the shower yesterday and shouts ‘honey, what do you think the neighbours would say if I walked outside like this?’
“What did you tell him?” giggled my wife.
“Probably that I married you for your money!” replied Susan and the girls screamed with laugher as we scrambled back to the living room.
The girls joined us after awhile.
“Why so quiet? No jokes? No banter?” asked my wife.
“Not in the mood!” I said testily.
“And what were you discussing in the other room?” asked John.
“Why this and that!” said Jane.
“This and that?”
“Okay you guys really want to know?”
“Women only talk about their husbands!” they chorused and did I see them wink as they looked at our glum faces?
“Yes?” I asked my wife.
“When are you going to change the bedroom door? It’s a bit thin you know..!”
And all the women giggled together.