As I was about to set off for the public sauna just in front of my house, my wife asked me to place the recycling papers she's put in a bag altogether onto the appointed lot that was right on the way to the sauna so that the papers could be collected by public sweepers tomorrow morning.
30 minutes later, coming back from the sauna, I was opening the front door and found my wife, with a heavy sigh, staring at my right hand where the recycling papers were still being hold.
In the end, she burst out laughing and so did I. But the the question if that happening is something funny or serious is still hanging on unsolved.
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