A husband and wife are having a friendly debate one evening over who has the better friends. After sharing story after story, they decide to settle it once and for all.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” the wife says. “I’ll call your friends, and you call mine. We’ll both pretend the other never came home and we’re getting worried. Whoever’s friends give the best advice on where to find us clearly know us better, and therefore are the better friends.”
The husband agrees, and they head off to separate rooms. Half an hour later, they meet back up. The husband looks defeated.
“Okay, honey,” he says. “I think it’s pretty clear you have the better friends. Every one of them listed your favorite restaurants, salons, shops, and art galleries. They had phone numbers for all of them. They knew your work hours by heart, your office extension, your boss’s name, and even the route you take home.”
The wife smiles and shakes her head.
“No, dear,” she says. “You have the better friends.”
“Why do you say that?” the husband asks.
“Well,” she replies, “most of them said you’d been at their place, and three of them said you were still there.”
Explanation: The husband thinks he loses because the wife’s friends know every detail about her life. But the twist reveals his friends all claim he’s with them, implying they’re covering for his whereabouts.
