Hardwood

A few years ago there was in the neighborhood a fairly well-to-do gentleman. I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name. His wife, whom I'll call Mrs. Cloyce simply because I want to, was never satisfied with her house. She was often changing things due to this anxiety.

Once she had hardwood floors put into the kitchen to the tune of twenty grand. A few weeks later, finding that she did not like the hardwood, she spent more than the cost of the hardwood to install ceramic tile. Unsatisfied with that within a few short days, she mused about what to do next. "There's tile that looks like hardwood," Cloyce suggested. "You might try that."

I don't think ol' Cloyce has been out of the doghouse since. Yet he still chuckles mightily at the quip.