One sunny afternoon, a husband called home sounding unusually upbeat. “Honey,” he said, “my boss invited me on a week-long fishing trip with the team. It’s a fantastic opportunity — could even lead to a promotion!” His wife smiled politely at the other end of the line, though something about his tone made her suspicious. “Please pack my clothes, my fishing gear,” he added hastily, “and don’t forget my new blue silk pajamas.” Silk pajamas for a fishing trip? That made her pause. She didn’t comment, but a clever plan immediately began to take shape in her mind.
By evening, the husband’s bags were neatly packed and waiting by the door. He gave her a quick kiss and drove off, already daydreaming about his week of “intense fishing” and team bonding. Meanwhile, she went about her routine with calm composure, hiding a mischievous grin and waiting patiently for the perfect moment of payback.
Throughout the week, he called home a couple of times, bragging about the size of the fish he’d caught and the beautiful weather. Each time, she responded cheerfully, never giving away her secret plan. He was entirely convinced he’d pulled a fast one with his carefully crafted fishing excuse.
When he finally returned, tanned, relaxed, and full of exaggerated tales of trout, salmon, and even swordfish, he proudly recounted every detail of his “adventures.” Then his voice faltered slightly. “There’s just one thing I can’t figure out… why didn’t you pack my blue silk pajamas?”
From the kitchen counter, she turned slowly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, I packed them,” she said softly, a mischievous tone lacing her words. “Exactly where you told me to.”
Confused, he replayed the instructions in his mind — clothes, fishing gear, and, yes, the blue silk pajamas. Then, as it dawned on him, she called out over her shoulder, “Check your tackle box — I figured your boss might appreciate them more than the fish!”
The husband’s jaw dropped as he opened the box, realizing the full extent of her clever twist. Silk pajamas neatly folded amid fishing hooks and lures — a silent reminder of her sharp wit and his failed attempt at subterfuge.
From that day forward, he never requested silk pajamas for “work trips” again. Nor did he ever try to deceive her with a tall tale about business adventures. The lesson was clear: a wife with a sense of humor can be far craftier than any fishing plan.
And so, the blue silk pajamas became legendary in their household — a playful trophy of her ingenuity and a gentle warning about underestimating someone who knows exactly how to turn a story around.