It was a quiet Sunday morning.
Soft sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the living room in a golden glow. John and his wife, Linda, were enjoying a rare, peaceful morning without work, errands, or interruptions.
Linda, curled up on the couch with a warm cup of coffee, looked over at her husband and said casually: “Honey, could you pass me the newspaper?”
John, a tech-savvy man who took pride in keeping up with modern times, let out a slight chuckle and shook his head. “Newspaper? Really? Linda, are you still living in the stone age? Technology has moved on. Who even reads paper anymore? Here—use my iPad. It’s got everything. News, weather, stocks, even your horoscope.”
He handed her his shiny new iPad, barely a month old, with the proud grin of a man who believed he had just upgraded his wife’s life.
Linda took the iPad wordlessly. Seconds later— THWACK! A loud, sharp crack rang out through the room. John whipped around—and froze in horror.
Linda stood there calmly, holding the iPad like a club, slowly pulling it away from the wall. Smeared across the now-splintered screen was the remains of a very unfortunate cockroach, its final moments immortalized in a mixture of guts and shattered glass.
John stared, wide-eyed, unable to process what he was seeing. “My… my iPad…” he whispered, voice cracking.
And then, like a slow-motion scene from a tragic opera, he clutched his chest and collapsed onto the carpet—unconscious.
A women is cooking eggs in the kitchen when her husband comes running in…
Immediately, he sees the eggs and gasps in horror. “Be careful! CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh, my GOSH!”
The wife, startled at her husband’s reaction, dashes to the fridge to get some butter.
“You’re cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW!”
The wife, concerned by the status of her husband’s mental state, forgets about the butter and goes running to the eggs.
“WE NEED BUTTER! Are you CRAZY???
Where are we going to get the butter? They’re going to stick! HURRY!”
The wife runs to the fri-
“CAREFUL about the eggs! CAREFUL. You NEVER listen to me when you’re cooking! Never! Turn them quickly! Oh not that quickly, don’t you know how to cook? Are you insane? Turn the DAMN EGGS!”
At this point, the wife starts crying, since she has no idea what to do.
She gasps “What is WRONG with you? I know how to cook eggs.”
The husband simply smiles, remarks “I just wanted to show you what it feels like while I’m driving with you in the car”, and leaves.
