A man sat on his front porch, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes fixed on the ground. He looked so defeated that his neighbor, passing by, couldn’t help but stop checking on him.
“Hey,” the neighbor called out, “what’s eating at you? You look like you’ve lost your best friend.”
The man let out a long sigh but didn’t say a word. The neighbor, unwilling to give up, pressed on. “Come on, you can tell me. What’s going on?”
After a moment of silence, the man finally looked up, his face a mix of regret and frustration. “I messed up,” he admitted. “I walked right into one of those loaded questions women ask, and now I’m in big trouble with my wife.”
The neighbor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of question are we talking about here?”
The man rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. “She asked me if I’d still love her when she’s old, fat, and ugly.”
The neighbor chuckled knowingly. “Ah, classic. That’s an easy one! All you had to do was say, ‘Of course, I will.’ Simple as that.”
The man shook his head miserably. “Yeah, that’s what I meant to say. But instead, I said, ‘Of course, I do.”
The neighbor burst out laughing. “Oh, buddy, you really messed up this time.”