Ham on Wry

Though she tried hard to please her alcoholic husband," reports the N.C.O.A. Inter-Group Newsletter of Sandusky, Ohio, "the poor woman failed regularly. Most often it was at breakfast. If the eggs were scrambled, he wanted them poached. If they were poached, he wanted them scrambled. One morning, she cleverly poached one and scrambled the other, put the plate in front of him and waited for his approval. Glancing, with bleary eyes, at the plate, the hungover husband snorted, 'You scrambled the wrong one. . .'"