My wife's sense of humor. One of my daughters is going on a road trip for a week and is borrowing my wife's SUV as it is roomier than her own car. As my daughter was backing out of the driveway my wife ran out and yelled "I'm gonna miss you! One last hug!" My daughter stopped the car, got out and opened her arms. My wife ran past her, leaned over the hood of the car and hugged the fender.
An elderly man, thinking his wife was losing her hearing, went about 20 feet behind her and asked, “Can you hear me, sweetheart?” No reply. Moved to 10 feet and inquired again. No reply. 5 feet - still nothing. A few inches behind her ear, he asked, “Can you hear me now, honey?” His wife said, “For the fourth time, yes.”
On a similar note: I walked into a biker bar the other night. It was just a bit intimidating. The bar was packed with bunch of huge, hairy, tattooed cigar smoking monsters. And those were the women.
