THE PERFECT HUSBAND

Several men are in the locker room of a golf club.  A cellular phone on a  bench rings and a man engages the hands-free speaker function and begins  to talk.  Everyone else in the room stops to listen.

MAN:  “Hello”

WOMAN: “Hi Honey, it’s me.  Are you at the club?”

MAN: “Yes.”

WOMAN: “I’m at the shops now and found this beautiful leather coat. It’s only $2,000; is it OK if I buy it?”

MAN:  “Sure, go ahead if you like it that much.”

WOMAN:  “I also stopped by the Lexus dealership and saw the new models.  I saw one I really liked.”

MAN:  “How much?”

WOMAN: “$90,000.”

MAN:  “OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.”

WOMAN:  “Great! Oh, and one more thing… I was just talking to Janie and found out that the house I wanted last year is back on the market. They’re asking $980,000 for it.”

MAN:  “Well, then go ahead and make an offer of $900,000.  They’ll probably take it.  If not, we can go the extra eighty-thousand if it’s what you really want.”

WOMAN: “OK. I’ll see you later! I love you so much!”

MAN:  “Bye! I love you, too.”

The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths wide open.

He turns and asks, “Anyone know who’s phone this is?”

This joke has resonance with me. I’ve had my present cel number since 1990. About 15 years ago, Multicare Medical came out with a telephone number similar to mine. Everyone transposed the first two digits and called me. They still do. I used to direct them to the right number. Now I just make appointments for the good doctors. I’m so helpful. So if you call me on my cel and I don’t recognize your number, don’t be surprised if I answer it

” Good Morning-Multicare. How may I direct your call?”