Cuckoo

I was talking to my friend on Sunday, and he was telling me about how he had gone out on Saturday night. His wife (with whom he's been fighting) had made him promise that he would be home no later than midnight but since he was out with his buddies, drinking beer and shooting pool, he didn't make it home on time.

By the time he left the poolhall it was almost 2:30 am, he was pretty drunk, and it took him a little while to get home. When he walked in his front door, he heard the cuckoo clock in the living room sound three times and he freaked out. He figured that the clock alone probably wouldn't wake his wife up, but with the door it might. So, he did the only thing he could think of to do spur-of-the-moment to keep himself out of trouble: he cuckooed another nine times. He's a pretty creative guy and was pretty proud of himself for his quick thinking and otherwise got to bed without incident.

Sunday morning he got up early to do laundry, and when his wife woke up she asked him what time he got in - he told her it was right around twelve. She just said okay and went on about her morning.

Later, however, he found a note asking him to get the clock fixed because she had woken up the night before and the clock had cuckooed three times, said "oh s&@t," cuckooed four more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed twice more and started giggling, and then cuckooed another three times.

I'm starting to like his wife a lot more than I used to.