Meeting a negro, a certain Southern gentleman asked him how he was getting on.
The negro assumed a troubled look, and replied:
“Oh, so far’s physicality goes, I’m all right; but I sure do have ma troubles wif ma wife.”
“Well, Sam, I’m sorry to hear that. What seems to be the matter?”
“She thinks money grows on trees, I reckon. All de time she keeps pesterin’ me foh pinch o’ change. If it ain’t a dollah it’s half or a quarter she wants.”
“What on earth does she do with the money?”
“I dunno. Ain’t nevah give her none yet.”