The husband has decided to quit smoking. He's been trying that for the last five years. Poor soul. The efforts are not paying off and the wife is utterly disgusted.
Now the wife is very broad-minded. She doesn't mind smoking when it's done by other men. (Isn't that what being broad-minded is all about? You don't mind it as far as it's not happening in your life, in your house.) But the moment she spots a cigarette in the husband's hand her blood pressure shoots up and the rythm of breathing undergoes a change. It turns into hyperventilation.
After a bit of coaxing and cajoling things get to normalcy state. The husband promises her that 'tomorrow is the last day'.
And the wife knows...tomorrow never comes!
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