A husband said to his wife.
“The guys at the club said that our mailman has slept with every woman on our street except one…”
Wife replies:
“Well then… it must be that miserable Mrs. Thompson. She always did have a stick up her—”*
She stopped.
Her husband stared at her.
She stared back.
Both suddenly realized what she just accidentally admitted.
“Wait—what did you just say?” he asked, his voice low.
She blinked.
“I—uh—I meant Mrs. Thompson. She’s… you know… judgmental!”
“That’s not what it sounded like,” he said, stepping closer.
“You just ruled yourself out.”
She laughed awkwardly.
“You’re being silly. You know I’d never—”
Just then, the doorbell rang.
They both froze.
She peeked through the window. It was the mailman, smiling wide and holding a small package.
The husband opened the door slowly.
“What’s that?”
The mailman winked.
“Just a special delivery for the lady of the house.”
The husband didn’t blink.
The wife didn’t breathe.
The package said: “Thanks for last week. Hope you enjoy round two. – M”