A couple was going out for the evening. They’d gotten ready–all dolled up, cat put out, etc.
The taxi arrived, and as the couple walked out of their home, the cat shoots back into the house.
Not wanting their often rowdy cat to have free run of the house while they were out, the husband went back upstairs to chase the cat out.
The wife, not wanting it known that the house would be empty, explained to the taxi driver, “He’s just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.”
A few minutes later, the husband got into the cab and said, “Sorry I took so long. The stupid old thing was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!”
Mrs. Hunter was called to serve for jury duty, but asked to be excused because she didn’t believe in capital punishment and didn’t want her personal thoughts to prevent the trial from running its proper course.
But the public defender liked her thoughtfulness and quiet calm, and tried to convince her that she was an appropriate candidate to serve on the jury.
“Madam,” he explained, “this is not a murder trial. It’s a simple civil lawsuit. A wife is bringing this case against her husband because he gambled away the $12,000 he had promised to use to remodel the kitchen for her birthday.”
“Well, okay,” agreed Mrs. Hunter, “I’ll serve. I guess I could be wrong about capital punishment after all.”