Bob was in absolute, catastrophic trouble. He had committed the ultimate marital sin: he completely forgot his wedding anniversary, and his wife was utterly furious.
After hours of the icy silent treatment, she finally slammed her hand on the kitchen counter and delivered an ultimatum. “Tomorrow morning,” she hissed, “I expect to find a gift waiting for me right in the middle of the driveway that goes from zero to two hundred in six seconds flat. And it better be there, Bob, or else!”
Bob nodded frantically, terrified for his life.
The next morning, Bob slipped out of bed extra early and left for the office before dawn. When his wife finally woke up, she marched over to the bedroom window, pulled back the curtains, and looked down. Sure enough, right in the dead center of the driveway, sat a beautifully wrapped gift box tied with a giant red bow.
Slightly confused by the size of the box but entirely thrilled that her husband had somehow bought her a high-end sports car, she threw on her bathrobe and ran out into the chilly morning air. She dragged the heavy box inside, placed it on the living room table, and eagerly tore off the wrapping paper.
Inside the box sat a brand-new, premium digital bathroom scale.
Bob has been missing since Friday.
