Mr. Jones, who had been away on an extended trip, had very romantic
plans for his first night home. He said them to his wife, who
promptly said, “Oh, I’m sorry, dear, but I’ve got to do all of
this laundry. Another time, please.”

The next night Jones tried again, and his wife said, “Oh my, I
would like to dear, but it wouldn’t be any good. I’ve got this
terrible headache. Please give me a rain check.”

By the third night, Jones was rather impatient.

“How about it?” he said urgently.

Mrs. Jones snapped back, “This is the third night in a row you’ve
asked. What are you? Some kind of a sex maniac?”