This man is sitting quietly reading his paper one morning peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.

“What was that for?” asks the man.

“What is that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou on it?”

“Oh, Honey, don’t you remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on.”

The wife seems satisfied and goes off to work, feeling a bit sheepish. Three days later the man is sitting in his chair reading and his wife repeats the frying-pan swatting.

“What’s that for this time?” he asks.

“Your horse rang!”