A Excellent Plan… Defined to the Flawed Particular person
A lady visits her husband in jail.
Earlier than leaving, she pulls a correction officer apart and says:
“I actually don’t assume you have to be making my husband work so laborious.
He seems completely exhausted.”
The officer raises an eyebrow.
“Work?” he says. “Madam, your husband hasn’t performed a single day of labour.
He eats, sleeps, and sits in his cell all day.”
The lady frowns.
“That’s unusual…”
A pause.
“As a result of each time I go to, he tells me he’s been digging a tunnel for months.”
The officer blinks.
“…Proper.”
One other pause.
“Nicely in that case—”
He glances down the hall.
“—we should always in all probability cease checking the yard…
and begin checking your backyard.”
