The perfect husband
The scene: the changing room of a golf club. A mobile telephone on a bench rings. A man engages the hands-free speaker-function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen.
Woman: "Darling, it's me. Are you at the club?"
Woman: "I am at the shopping centre and I've found this beautiful leather coat, only 1 000 pounds. Please, darling, can I buy it?"
Man: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much."
Woman: "I also passed that Mercedes showroom. There's a new model I really like."
Man: "How much?"
Woman: "70 000 pounds"
Man: "Okay, but for that price, you have to insist on all the options."
Woman: "Great! Oh, and one more thing . . . The house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're only asking 950 000 pounds"
Man: "Well, then go ahead but make them an offer of 900 000. They'll probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. It really is a good one."
Woman: "Okay. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"
Man: "Bye! I love you, too, darling."
The man hangs up. The others in the changing room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape . . .
He smiles and asks: "Does anyone know who this phone belongs to?"
Copyright Roy Dickason, October 2002 and April 2019.