The Husband Store

The joke is on us.doors

A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands.
When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the value of
the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item
from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you
CANNOT go back down except to exit the building.

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.
The 1st floor sign on the door reads:
Floor 1: These men have jobs.
The 2nd floor sign reads:
Floor 2: These men have Jobs and Love Kids.
The 3rd floor sign reads:
Floor 3: These men have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking.
“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4: These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and help with Housework.
“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it!”
Still, she goes to the 5th floor and sign reads:
Floor 5: These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6: You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor.
There are no men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opens a New Wives store just across the street.
The 1st first floor has wives that love sex.
The 2nd floor has wives that love sex and have money.
The 3rd,4th, 5th and 6th floors have never been visited.

LET’S TAKE A WALK

Let’s take a walk.
Down the path
covered in flowers.
Down the stairs
to the beach.
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
The sun rides high in the sky.
My mood is riding as high.
Let’s not stop.
Let’s keep walking.
Fisherman are bringing in their catch.
Seagulls circle around.
Searching for scraps of fish.
Can you smell the fish?
A unique aroma.
Let’s sit down and
watch the waves,
lapping at the shore.
At this moment,
life feels perfect.
Life is perfect.

A PERFECT DAY

niadil:
A PERFECT DAY

Open the window.
Let in the fresh breeze.
A salty ocean breeze.
Ruffling through your hair.
A mist on your face.
What can be more perfect?
The view.
A view of the ocean.
The waves.
The white sand.
What can be more perfect?
The sounds of seagulls.
As they soar through the sky.
Through the puffy clouds.
What can be more perfect?
The sun.
Shining in the sky.
Giving warmth and hope to all.