An elderly couple had just settled into bed on a quiet evening. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, and the air smelled faintly of lavender from the sachet tucked into the pillowcases. Just as they were about to drift off, the old man let out a loud, triumphant fart and proudly declared, “Seven points!”
His wife, half-asleep and still trying to adjust her pillow, squinted at him in confusion. “What on earth are you talking about?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and amusement.
“Football,” he replied with a wink. “That was a touchdown!”
Not one to let him have all the fun, his wife waited a few seconds, pretending to think it over. Then, with a mischievous grin, she let out a fart of her own and triumphantly announced, “Touchdown! Tie game!”