It was a bustling Saturday afternoon at the local supermarket, when John suddenly lost sight of his wife.
He started panicking, walking up and down the supermarket aisles. He knew his wife would be mad as heck at him for wandering off, whether it was intentional or not!
After some time, John became sure he had no chance of finding her on his own.
He had to get creative.
Suddenly, his gaze settled on a woman standing a few feet away, her radiant beauty capturing his attention.
John hadn’t seen a more beautiful woman in years. She surely was a ten out of ten.
So, with a stride he hope would appear confident, the man approached her, a friendly smile plastered on his face.
“Pardon me, miss,” he began, his voice smooth and charming.
The woman looked down at him. She was used to this sort of thing. Short, bald men would approach her all the time.
“What seems to be the problem?” she said in a dry tone.
“Sorry to interrupt, maam. But I seem to have lost my wife somewhere in this crowd. So I wondered, would you mind talking to me for a moment?”
The woman furrowed her brow, taken aback by the stranger’s unusual request.
It had disarmed her – he had a wife! He wasn’t here to flirt with her at all!
“I’m sorry, but why would you want to talk to me?” she asked, her tone laced with puzzlement.
The man looked around, then back at the woman:
“Well, you see, every time I engage in conversation with a beautiful woman, my wife appears out of nowhere.”
Similar Joke (from the woman’s perspective):
Joke 2: The Missing Husband
A woman named Jane was perusing the shelves at a bookstore when suddenly she noticed her husband was missing.
She walked up and down the aisles quickly, with the hope she’d catch him quickly before he disappeared too far.
But, alas, she was gone.
So, Jane approached a bookstore employee and asked a curious question:
“Excuse me, sir, would you know where the birding section is?”
After pointing it out, the employee asked:
“I’m curious, I’d like to help you further. Is there anything specific you’re looking for?”
“Yes,” said Jane. “My husband.”
