A wife was furious.
Every evening, her husband disappeared to the same bar. Same stool. Same beer. Same excuses. She finally snapped and told him she was sick of being left at home while he “relaxed.”
So one night, instead of arguing, he said,
“Fine. Come with me.”
At the bar, the bartender smiled.
“What’ll you have?”
The husband ordered his usual beer.
The wife looked around, shrugged, and said,
“Oh, I don’t know… I’ll have the same as you, I suppose.”
The bartender placed two beers on the counter.
The husband took a long sip and smiled.
The wife took one sip…
Paused.
Made a face.
Then she spat it out, slammed the glass down, and yelled,
“THAT’S DISGUSTING! HOW CAN YOU DRINK THIS STUFF?”
The husband calmly wiped his mouth, leaned back on the stool, and said:
“And now you understand why I don’t come home sober.”
