One evening, a husband told his wife, “The guys at the club said our mailman has slept with every woman on our street except a few.”
The wife, without hesitation, replied, “I bet it’s Paula.”
The husband was surprised. “How did you know?”
She shrugged, smirking. “She’s always so friendly when he comes by, and I’ve noticed she’s always fixing her hair.”
The husband laughed, impressed with her keen observation. In a small neighborhood, secrets have a way of coming out, especially over casual chats.