Where’s Dinner?

It was a simple enough double act. He played the exasperated husband, she was the ditzy housewife. He walked on  and ask about dinner, and then for fifteen minutes she would talk about her day until she finally hit the punchline, “I’ve already eaten.”

They’d performed it across the country for years, and had worked out how to wring out every last drop of comedy. He knew just how to modulate the sigh, she knew just how long to pause before the bit with the carrots.

Then they performed it on the new-fangled television, and suddenly they needed new material…