John's wife likes to sing. She decided to join the
church choir.
From time to time she would practice while she was in the
kitchen preparing dinner. Whenever she would start on a song, John would
head outside to the porch.
His wife, with hurt feelings, said, "What's the matter, John? Don't you like my singing?"
“Certainly I do, Honey,” John replied, "I love your
singing, but when you practice I just want to make sure the neighbors know I'm
not beating you."
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