Once upon a time, in a warm and welcoming house in the suburbs, there lived a man by the name of Bob and his hard-working wife, Sarah. Bob took a lot of satisfaction in the fact that he was well acknowledged as the most sluggish man in the area. This reputation preceded him far and wide.
On a bright and beautiful morning, when the birds were singing and the flowers were blooming, Sarah had a list of errands that she needed assistance with. She went up to Bob with a cheery look on her face and asked, “Honey, can you please help me clean the garden today?”
Bob, who had just made himself at home in his favourite chair, arched an eyebrow and asked Sarah, who was sitting next to him, “Do I look like a gardener, Sarah?”
Sarah exhaled deeply and sighed as she admitted, “Oh, I suppose not. In that case, would you at least be able to fix the door to the bathroom? It has been making noise for several weeks.”
Bob answered while he was sitting even further back in his chair, “Do I look like a carpenter to you?”
Sarah, feeling powerless but resolute, settled on the decision to take matters into her own hands. She went outside to the garden and started plucking weeds as soon as she got there. After that, she grabbed her tools and started working on the door to the bathroom.
Bob came back from wherever he had been for a couple of hours to find, much to his astonishment, that the yard was spotless, and the door to the toilet no longer squeaked. Bob rubbed his head in surprise and murmured to himself, “I knew my wife would eventually give in and do all the work herself.” Bob’s wife had been complaining about the chores for quite some time.
Bob questioned Sarah with his natural inquisitiveness, “So, did you finally decide to do it all by yourself?”
A sly grin spread across Sarah’s face as she responded, “No, it wasn’t me, dear.”
Bob’s perplexity caused him to wonder, “Then who did all of this?”
Sarah said it with a sly grin on her face, “It was our neighbour, Mr. Johnson.”
Bob’s eyebrows were raised as he asked, “You paid him, right?” “How much is it?”
Sarah laughed and shook her head, confirming that the man had not stolen any money. Instead, he gave me a choice between eating bread or having sexual relations with him.
When Bob heard this, his eyes widened in shock, and he inquired in a concerned voice, “You chose bread, right?”
Sarah gave a smirk and a roll of the eyes before joking, “Do I look like a bakery to you?”
And so, in the world of Bob and Sarah, the slothful husband learnt a vital lesson — that sometimes, if you don’t lend a help, others may offer their own one-of-a-kind answers if you don’t give them a chance to do so first. Even though Sarah’s husband is notoriously sluggish, she manages to maintain her sense of humour while juggling the many responsibilities that come with running a household.