A man walked into a bar and ordered a vodka and Coke.
He finished it quickly.
Then ordered another.
A few drinks later, the bartender noticed the man staring sadly into his glass.
“Is everything all right, sir?”
The man sighed.
“I had a terrible argument with my wife.”
The bartender looked sympathetic.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
The man nodded.
“She told me she won’t speak to me for six weeks.”
The bartender frowned.
“That must be difficult.”
The man suddenly smiled.
Then took another sip.
The bartender stared at him.
“Why are you smiling?”
The man leaned closer and whispered:
**”Today is the first day of week seven.”**
The bartender nearly dropped his glass.
“Wait… you’re celebrating?”
The man grinned.
“Exactly.”
He raised his glass.
“Sometimes the best thing a husband can receive after a terrible argument…”
**”is six weeks of peace.”**
The bartender laughed.
“Then this one’s on me.”
The man smiled.
“Make it a double.”
