Lena was in bed with her lover, Sven, when she heard her husband, Ole, opening the front door. “Hurry!” Lena said, “Stand in the corner.” She quickly rubbed baby oil all over Sven and then she dusted him with talcum powder. “Don’t move until I tell you to.” she whispered. “Just pretend you’re a statue.”
“What’s this, honey?” Ole asked as he entered the room.
“Oh, it’s a statue.” Lena replied, nonchalantly. “The Jensons bought one for their bedroom and I liked it so much, I got one for us too.” No more was said about the statue.
That night at around two in the morning, while Lena was sleeping, Ole got out of bed, went into the kitchen, and returned with a sandwich and a glass of milk.
“Here,” he said to the statue. “Eat this. I stood like an idiot at the Jensons’ for three days and nobody offered me so much as a glass of water!”