A girl walked into the kitchen after a protracted day on the workplace to seek out her husband, Carl, pacing round tightly wielding a fly swatter.
“What are you doing, Carl?” she requested.
“Looking flies,” he replied proudly. “I’ve already bagged three males and two females.”
Amused and skeptical, she requested, “How on earth are you able to inform the distinction between female and male flies?”
Carl smirked and replied, “Straightforward. Three have been sitting on the beer can, and two have been on the telephone.”
