A married couple was checking in with each other during a typical workday afternoon. The wife, who possessed a naturally skeptical disposition, gave her husband a ring.
“Hey honey, where exactly are you right now?” she asked.
The husband answered smoothly, “I’m right at home, love. Just relaxing.”
“Are you absolutely sure you’re at home?” she pressed, narrowing her eyes on her end of the line.
“Yes, of course I am.”
“Fine,” the wife commanded. “Prove it. Turn on the kitchen blender right now.”
The husband didn’t skip a beat. A second later, the loud, grinding roar of the appliance echoed through the receiver: Rrrreeereeeereeee…
Satisfied, the wife smiled. “Perfect. Okay my love, goodbye!”
A few days later, the exact same routine played out. The suspicious wife called again, demanding to know his whereabouts.
“I’m at home, sweetheart, I swear,” the husband insisted.
“Let me hear the blender,” she ordered flatly.
Once again, the kitchen came alive with the familiar, deafening crunch of spinning blades: Rrreeereeeereeee…
“Alright, just making sure. Love you, bye!” she said, hanging up.
The very next day, the wife decided to cut the games short. Determined to catch him off guard, she left work early and drove straight back to the house without giving any notice. She marched through the front door, expecting a confrontation, but found only her young son sitting alone on the living room couch.
She looked around the empty house, turned to her son, and asked, “Hey sweetie, where on earth is your father?”
The little boy looked up innocently and replied:
“I have no idea, Mom. He packed a bag and left the house an hour ago… and he took the blender with him.”
