In a London pub, I had met a person who was sitting with a sullen face. I wanted to show some empathy and walked to his table and asked, ” My Borther, why are you sulking ? What has happened ? ” I was flabbergasted by his answer. He had sold his wife last night in exchange for a bottle of whisky. The person who bought his wife is one of his neighbors. I asked him, ” So you are feeling sorry for that ?” He grimly replied, ” Yes. Since wife is not there I cannot drink, what can I sell to drink today ?”

On anotther day in the same London pub I met another man who was sitting with that same gloomy disposition. When I asked him the reason, he sadly said, ” Am having trouble with my wife.” I retorted,” Why ? On what ?” He said, ” Wife had told him that she would not speak to him for thirty days.” Jovially I said,” Then you should enjoy. It’s good for you.” He took a long sip from his glass and said,” That was good till it lasted. But today is the last day of that thirty days. She will start talking from midnight today.”