So this guy, Dave, gets a new job — and he’s feeling himself. Fresh suit, corner office, and a secretary named Chloe who looks like she walked out of a perfume commercial.
One night, Dave and his wife Lisa are at dinner. She’s sipping wine, and casually says, “So… this new secretary of yours — is she pretty?”
Now Dave knows this is a trap. A minefield. A test created by ancient wives and perfected over centuries.
So he says, “Well, she’s… professional.”
Lisa raises an eyebrow. “Professional like glasses and a clipboard? Or professional like mysterious Instagram account with no captions?”
Dave panics. He goes, “Honestly, I hadn’t noticed. I’ve been too focused on the work.”
Lisa smiles sweetly and says, “Good. Because if I do notice her, she’s going to be too focused on finding new work.”
Next morning, Chloe walks in and says, “Morning, Dave!”
And Dave, still rattled, responds, “Sorry, I’m married.”
She blinks. “I was just saying good morning…”
He mutters, “Nice try, Lisa has spies.”
