Gone Fishing

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        GONE FISHING

A husband calls his wife from his business
office on a Friday afternoon and says:
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“Honey, I have been asked to fly to Florida
with my boss and for a weekend fishing trip.
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We will be gone for the entire weekend. This is a great
opportunity for me to get that promotion I’ve been wanting
by spending choice time with my boss.
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Will you be a sweetie and help me by packing my clothes for a
the trip? I’m sorry, but this was a last-minute invitation and
I don’t have enough time to come home and pack everything myself.
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I will need a couple shirts, a tee shirt, a couple pairs of Bermuda
shorts, pants, socks—-you know what I usually pack. Oh yes, don’t
forget to pack my newest blue pajamas. Be sure to get my 2 fishing
rods and favorite tackle box. They are near my workbench in the garage.
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I will be in a big rush this afternoon, so I will just swing by and
pick up my things and hurriedly meet my boss for departure.”
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The weekend trip is over and the husband returns
home, smiling, energetic and looking happy.
The wife welcomes him back home and ask:
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“Sweetheart, how was the fishing trip? Did you catch anything?”

The husband says: “Yes! I am so glad I bought some new fishing
lures last month and had them with me in my lucky tackle box.
They sure did come in handy helping me catch 3 nice bonefish,
one good size grouper and a small tuna. It was a super weekend,
the best fishing trip I have ever been on. Oh, by the way, just
curious, I could not find my new blue pajamas I ask you to pack?”
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The wife paused for what seemed like an eternity.
She turned and looked him directly in the eyes and said:

“My Dear, I DID pack your new blue pajamas!  They were very
visibly placed on the top tray in your tackle box!”

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