I looked out of the window. There was an Automobile Rescue van parked outside our house. You know the ones? Those rescue vans that come out to help you when your car won't go. The driver was sobbing uncontrollably and looked very miserable. I thought to myself, "that guy’s heading for a breakdown".
At this point the door bell rang. It was our friend Mavis, she was distraught. I realised that by the fact that she was crying. Now normally I can't handle women crying. I mean ... what are you supposed to do? Say, "there ... there ... I'm sure it will be OK?"
How do I know if it will be OK or not?
Are you supposed to hug crying women to comfort them? What if they misunderstand your hug for something else?
Why do women cry at the most inopportune time ... when I'm around.
I thought of calling my wife down but she was fast asleep.
So I tried to cheer her up by telling her about our problems. People sometimes relate better when they share things.
I told her that the other day my wife asked me to pass her her lipstick; but I accidentally passed her a glue stick instead. She still isn't talking to me.
Mavis cried some more. I poured her a cup of tea and asked her what's wrong.
Apparently, she had put on her most revealing negligent and asked her husband, "What do you like most in me, my pretty face or my sexy body?"
He looked her up and down and replied, "I like your sense of humour!"
Now I ask you ... what's wrong with that? We should all have a sense of humour. I hope you like mine!
Which all reminds me of my grand-father's dying words as I sat beside his death bed.
"Remember these two words, son," he said, "they will open many doors for you in life!"
He then took a deep breath and said, "Push and Pull".