“Quick!” she whispered, panicked. “Stand in the corner!”
She grabbed baby oil, rubbed it all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder.
“Don’t move. Pretend you’re a statue.”
Her husband walked in, spotted the figure in the corner, and asked,
“What’s that?”
“Oh, it’s a statue,” she replied smoothly. “The Smiths bought one, and I liked it… so I got one for us, too.”
He shrugged and said nothing more. They went to bed as if nothing happened.
At around 2 AM, the husband got up, wandered into the kitchen, and came back with a sandwich and a beer.
He placed them in front of the “statue” and whispered:
“Here—eat up.
I stood like that at the Smiths’ house for three hours and nobody gave me a thing.” 😂
