A Night Out and a Clever Cover-Up
One night, I promised my husband I’d be home by midnight. But time flew, and by 3 a.m., I was finally stumbling through the door. Just as I entered, the cuckoo clock struck three. Fearing my husband would wake, I quickly added nine more “cuckoos” to make it sound like midnight.
I was pretty impressed with my quick thinking. The next morning, when my husband asked what time I came home, I confidently said, “Midnight.” To my relief, he didn’t seem upset.
Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.” Confused, I asked why. He replied, “Last night, the clock cuckooed three times, then said, ‘Oh shit,’ cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed three more, giggled, cuckooed twice, and tripped over the coffee table before farting.”
