Becky and John got married. John thought this would be a “marriage of the new millennium” — equal roles for equal partners. So, the first morning back from their honeymoon, he brought Becky breakfast in bed.
Becky wasn’t impressed with his culinary skills, however. She looked disdainfully at the tray and snorted, “Poached? I wanted scrambled!”
Undaunted, the next morning, John brought his true love a scrambled egg.
Becky wasn’t having any of it. “Do you think I don’t like variety? I wanted poached this morning!”
Determined to please Becky, the next morning he thought, “third time’s a charm” and brought her two eggs … one scrambled and one poached. “Here, my love, enjoy!”
Becky looked at the plate and said, “You scrambled the wrong egg.”
Attribution: Fred
