A man is sitting at the kitchen table one morning, enjoying his coffee and reading the newspaper.
Without warning, his wife walks up behind him and smacks him on the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" he asks, rubbing the sore spot.
She tosses a small piece of paper onto the table.
"I found this in your pants pocket. It has the name Marylou written on it."
The man glances at the note and smiles.
"Oh, honey," he says. "Don't you remember? Last Saturday I went to the dog track with the guys. Marylou was the name of the greyhound I bet on."
His wife studies him for a moment.
Finally, she nods.
"Oh... I suppose that makes sense."
The matter seems settled.
The next morning, the man is once again sitting at the table with his coffee when—
WHACK!
His wife smacks him even harder than the day before.
He nearly drops his mug.
"What was that for?!"
She folds her arms and calmly replies,
"Your dog called last night."
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