My friend gets into an argument with his wife. Unfortunately a box of cookies ends up on the kitchen floor, he leaves. When he returns the kitchen is spotless but he finds the cookies Monday morning, in his work boots! I say brilliant on the part of his ex-wife! Lol. Add yours if you like. I have some more as well.
I once tried calling home for 2 hours to get supper ready. I walked in the door and the now ex was still yacking away. I grabbed the phone and threw it in the yard. I don't remember much after that, Pretty sure I didn't eat that night?
My SIL was applying for the Iron Workers apprenticeship. Part of the test was packing 90 lbs of re-bar back and forth under an allotted time. I told him to go to Home Depot, buy the desired weight and bundle it up. Practice and practice some more then......Return said bar for a full refund. Done successfully, all of it! Dishonest or ? Lol.
Found the fresh package of tater chips all busted up into bits in my lunch. Went home and said to wife, I said to work mates " I guess I did something wrong at home and dumped the mess on the work table". Wife's mouth fell open, it never happened again.
Had something like that happen. Except wife was in Hospital and room mate had the phone. When wife found out I had been trying to call for hours and before lights out (I called the nursing station worried that something was wrong) Wife (in front of a nurse) grabbed a stainless bed pan and threw it into the hall! It was like an alarm bell going off. Stating "Get that Aunt Jemima bitch out of here". Never had a problem calling in after that, Bitch was gone. And for any who would wish to denigrate my wife, she is long gone and always spoke her mind.
Did something similar. I was buying a house directly from a friend and over the back porch was a cover that was missing some fiberglass panels. No problem for me, because I was going to replace the whole works first thing, Unfortunately, the underwriters refused to allow the mortgage unless it was fixed and had to send them a picture of the completed work. I ran down to Home Depot and bought the panels and some painter's tape. Slapped the panels up using the tape as necessary, then took the pictures, I immediately took the panels back down and returned them to get my money back. Then I dropped the pictures off and viola, owned my first house.
Years ago , my uncle , long since passed away , telling his wife the least she could do was fix his lunch for work . The next day , he bit into his bologna sandwich with the red band still on the bologna,, and the cheese still wrapped . Divorce was in the cards .
My wife, even today, spoils me rotten. But then, I do the dishes when I don't cook, iron my own clothes (fussy on seams) and make my own lunch, that way, I get what I want to eat. She does the laundry (sorts stuff into like 20 piles, I just do 'mostly white' & dark), does the grocery shopping for the most part. I do all the auto stuff, and we split the yard and garden chores.... Wife works a full time job, it takes two to make things work....