Approaching his 62nd birthday, my husband announced he wanted to be a stand-up comedian. I do laugh at his jokes, but a stand-up? I don’t know…..I took him to see “Old Jews Telling Jokes,” playing off-Broadway, on his birthday for a taste of the classics.
The Judge says, “What did you steal from the store, Mr. Goldstein?”
“Just a can of peaches,” says Goldstein – a certified kleptomaniac.
“How many peaches in the can?”
“Just six, your honor.”
“Then you’re going to jail for six nights!”
Mrs. Goldstein jumps out of her seat, “Your honor! Your honor! He also stole a can of peas!”
I laughed at all the non-politically correct jokes about husbands, wives, sex, children, food, health and death, delivered with love by the talented cast. But, I wondered, if his fantasy ever came true, would I be my husband’s muse? Our marriage the source of his material?
Am I ever glad I kept my maiden name!