I Don't Have to Do That--I Have a Master's Degree!

My husband met my employees and I at a fast food joint for lunch today, and amongst the poking and prodding on funny husband-wife things (I was the only wife there—the rest were “hen-pecked” husbands. Hen-pecked in their own minds…) my ornery almost-retiree employee asked my husband when he was going to get his master’s degree. And this is what ensued:

Almost-Retiree: “You know, now that your wife has this degree the balance of power is thrown off. Pretty soon you’re going to start hearing ‘I don’t do laundry—I have a Master’s Degree.’”

Mid-forties guy: “Yeah, I don’t clean the house—I have a Master’s Degree.”

Almost-Retiree: “What? I don’t clean dishes—I have a Master’s Degree!”

Mid-forties guy: “Oh, and I don't have to wash the car—I have a Master’s Degree!”

Husband: "And I don't have to change the oil—I have a Master’s Degree!”

And so forth. Veeerrry funny. I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank when those little words on my resume make me rich & famous.