When a husband called home one afternoon, his voice was unusually cheerful. “Honey,” he said, “my boss invited me on a week-long fishing trip with the team. It’s a great chance for a promotion!” His wife smiled on the other end of the line, though something about his tone made her suspicious. “Please pack my clothes, my fishing gear,” he added quickly, “and don’t forget my new blue silk pajamas.” That final request made her raise an eyebrow — silk pajamas for a fishing trip? She didn’t say a word, but in that moment, a clever little plan began to form.
A few hours later, the husband’s bags were neatly packed by the door. He gave his wife a quick kiss goodbye and drove off, already imagining his week of “hard work.” She simply waved, hiding a knowing smile. For the next several days, she went about her routine, calm and composed, waiting for the moment when her husband’s story would come full circle.
When he finally returned, he looked relaxed, sun-tanned, and full of stories. “The fishing was amazing!” he said proudly. “We caught salmon, trout — even swordfish! But there’s just one thing I can’t figure out… why didn’t you pack my blue silk pajamas?” The wife turned from the kitchen counter, her expression calm but her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I packed them,” she said softly. “Right where you told me to.”
The husband blinked in confusion, replaying his instructions in his head — and then, slowly, realization began to dawn. As his wife walked out of the room, she called back over her shoulder, “Check your tackle box — I thought your boss might enjoy them more than the fish.” That was the last time he ever asked for silk pajamas or mentioned a “work trip.” Lesson learned: never underestimate a wife with a sense of humor sharper than any fishing hook.