The Female of the Species [Jim]
A puzzle for you dear reader:
Earlier today, Janet was testing the new iron we just bought when I walked into the room. She asked me to touch the iron to see if it felt hot to me. So I, being the dutiful husband, did so…only to receive a rather large electrical shock—and for those of you who are unaware of such things, the Indian electrical system uses about double the voltage of the American system. It turns out that there was a problem with the wall socket Janet was using; the electrician fixed the socket, and now all is fine. But, and here is the interesting bit (as if the above wasn’t the most fascinating thing you have ever read), when Janet asked me to test the iron, it turns out that she had already done so and received the same shock.
Here is the puzzle: what kind of a person after receiving a rather large electrical shock from touching her iron, asks her husband to try the same thing???
Kipling would know.
In other news: We now have a phone and broadband connection, so I am typing this from home.
Earlier today, Janet was testing the new iron we just bought when I walked into the room. She asked me to touch the iron to see if it felt hot to me. So I, being the dutiful husband, did so…only to receive a rather large electrical shock—and for those of you who are unaware of such things, the Indian electrical system uses about double the voltage of the American system. It turns out that there was a problem with the wall socket Janet was using; the electrician fixed the socket, and now all is fine. But, and here is the interesting bit (as if the above wasn’t the most fascinating thing you have ever read), when Janet asked me to test the iron, it turns out that she had already done so and received the same shock.
Here is the puzzle: what kind of a person after receiving a rather large electrical shock from touching her iron, asks her husband to try the same thing???
Kipling would know.
In other news: We now have a phone and broadband connection, so I am typing this from home.
posted by Jim Hartley | 4:01 AM
3 Comments:
Please tell us the rest of the story. You had to be touching a water pipe or some other such wet or metallic surface to receive this shock. How did the female contrive to render you vulnerable before giving you the (potentially) fatal instruction?
Ah, the female was wily enough to make said request in a country in which everything is perpetually damp from humidity. And if that explanation does not suffice, then I can offer only my shocked finger as evidence for said crime against humanity.
I think it falls into the same category as the other widely practiced social phemomena involving something that tastes bad. An individual tastes something nasty (perhaps spoiled), says "Yuck" and promptly hands it to you saying "Here taste this." I believe comedians have commented on this strange behavior for years. Perhaps it all could be explained by ancient wisdom: "Misery loves company."
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