The Shirts Out the Door
First she found the pants on the floor, then the wife dared look in the closet...The wife surveyed the closet and let out a sigh. How many knit shirts could one man possibly need? Ten? Twenty? More, perchance...but eighty-four? Indeed! With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Why, my dear, why?” Perhaps she’d miscounted, or made some such error. She'd count again, careful not to be distracted; If the tally stood, a freeze must be enacted. Eighty-four to one, shirts shouldn’t outnumber wearer! This absurd s...