On Monday morning a postman is walking the neighbourhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes he notices that both cars are in the driveway. His wonder is cut short by Bob, the

 On Monday morning, a postman is walking through the neighborhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes, he notices that both cars are in the driveway.

His curiosity is cut short by Bob, the homeowner, who steps out wearing pajamas, a robe, and the kind of bed hair that suggests he lost a fight with his pillow.

“Morning, Bob,” the postman says. “Day off today?”

Bob rubs his eyes and groans. “Not exactly. My wife and I had a huge argument last night. She said she wouldn’t speak to me for an entire week.”

The postman chuckles. “Well, that doesn’t sound too bad. A little peace and quiet, huh?”

Bob shakes his head. “You don’t get it. Today’s the last day!”