My wife was a good woman but controlling. One night, wearing old cut-offs, I found an urn on the beach. I shook it.
A small piece of paper issued. Do not agitate.
“What’s this?”
Another paper. “Voice recognition printer. I can grant wishes. Just speak. It will be printed and granted.”
“This is a bad joke.”
Another sheet. “This is not a yoke.”
Yoke? Voice recognition? I asked for a good life.
Moments later, a woman walked toward me. “Why are you wearing those rags. You have nice shorts.”
Another sheet. “Your good wife.”
“No, no,” I said. Life. L-I-F-E.”
From Guest Contributor Mel Goldberg
