The scene: very early in the morning during a period when the area has been placed under a tornado watch. The Man of the house, wanting to check the radar in the early hours to see what is going on in the area, has, unbeknownst to his Lovely Wife, set his alarm clock for 2 a.m.
The alarm goes off. Lovely Wife awakens, confused by this. (The alarm almost never goes off in this house unless someone needs to get to the airport by a certain time, or unless there is a pork shoulder in the smoker that needs to have its fire checked.) She touches her bedside clock and notes that it is 2 a.m. Man of the House fumbles around and silences the alarm clock.
She (sleepily curious): Say, hon, what’s going on?
He (not really awake, muttering): It’s time.
She: Time for what?
He: Fruit.
She (confused): Time for fruit?
He (happy!): Grapefruit.
She: You are not making any sense.
He: Well, then, go back to sleep. (Snores)
She rolls her eyes, rolls over, goes back to sleep. He never was awake.
