“OLD IRON”
You know how the story goes, of course. Husband and wife just about to retire to bed. Wife yawns, husband knocks out his pipe on the grate and remarks:
“Well, better turn in, I suppose.”
Wife replies:
“Yes”; then adds languidly:
“I meant to call round to ask the Cartwrights to dinner on Thursday.”
Husband, after prolonged pause:
“I’ll pop round and ask them now, if you like. They never go to bed till very late.”
“I wish you would, dear.”