The evening started like any other, until the husband decided to test his sense of humor. Standing in the bedroom, folding laundry with a smirk on his face, he glanced at his wife and said, “Maybe we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast. Might shave a few inches off your backside.” He laughed at his own joke, clearly proud of himself. His wife didn’t laugh. She just raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and continued on with her evening like the comment hadn’t landed at all.
That silence should have worried him. But he went to bed thinking he’d gotten away with it. The next morning, still half asleep, he opened his drawer and grabbed a clean pair of underwear. As he shook them open, a cloud of fine white powder puffed into the air. He coughed, waved his hand, and stared at the fabric in confusion. “What on earth…?” he muttered, inspecting them like they’d betrayed him.
He stormed toward the bathroom and called out, “April! Why is there talcum powder in my underwear?” His wife leaned against the doorway, towel wrapped around her hair, completely calm. “Oh,” she said sweetly, “that’s not talcum powder.” He frowned. “Then what is it?” That’s when she smiled.
“You said Slim Fast works by absorbing fat,” she replied. “So I figured I’d help it get a head start.”
The look on his face was priceless. The realization hit him all at once, and she didn’t need to say another word. He stood there, holding his powdered underwear, finally understanding that some jokes cost more than they’re worth. From that day on, he learned two things: never comment on your wife’s body… and never underestimate her sense of revenge.
