07/09/2026 from Daily Jokes
#22360
Margaret was absolutely furious. Her husband, David, was late coming home again—this time for their anniversary dinner, no less. She had spent two hours cooking his favorite meal, set the table with the good china, and lit candles that were now burning down to stubs. When she finally heard his car pull into the driveway at 9:30 PM, she was seething.
Instead of confronting him directly, Margaret decided to teach him a lesson. She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and scrawled a note: “I’ve had enough. I’ve left you. Don’t bother trying to find me.”
She placed the note prominently on the bedroom dresser, then crawled under the bed to watch his reaction. She wanted to see the panic, the regret, the desperate attempts to call her back.
A few minutes later, David came into the bedroom. She could hear him in the kitchen first, then his footsteps approaching. Through the gap between the bed skirt and the floor, she watched him walk to the dresser and pick up the note.
He read it. Then he read it again.
Margaret held her breath, waiting for him to crumble.
Instead, David calmly sat down at the desk, wrote something on the back of the note, and picked up the phone. Margaret’s heart sank as she heard his side of the conversation.
“She’s finally gone,” he said, his voice casual, almost relieved. “Yeah, I know, it’s about time. I’m coming to see you right now. Put on that French nightie you bought—the black one. I love you… can’t wait to see you. We’ll do all the naughty things you like.”
He hung up, grabbed his car keys from the nightstand, and walked out. A moment later, Margaret heard the front door close and the car engine start. She listened as it drove away.
She crawled out from under the bed, her face red with rage, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed the note to see what he had written, what final insult he had left behind.
She flipped it over and read his handwriting:
“I can see your feet. We’re out of bread. Be back in five minutes.”
