It's All Relative
"Best $1000 bucks you'll ever spend and he guarantees his work. I know it sounds crazy but it may well save your marriage!"
"I don't know," Dan replied skeptically.
"Look, your wife is driving you crazy right?" Constantly, nagging you about stupid stuff?"
Dan couldn't help laugh as Fred did a perfect imitation of his wife.
"Rinse out the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher."
"Pick up your socks."
"Put the seat down!"
"Yada yada yada, it never ends, am I right?"
"Yeah" Dan replied dejectedly.
"Well, THIS is the way to end it! You call the damned number, and in a week or a month ALL that goes away!"
"He isn't going to hurt her is he?"
"No", Fred replied with a chuckle. "It's nothing like that. You bring this guy home to live with you for a while. A long time friend that needs help getting back on his feet right? By the time he leaves she will realize that you are not so bad after all. Here, check this out."
Dan takes the picture and looks in amazement. "Is that your kitchen? That's disgusting!"
"Exactly! That is what he does. Before you know it, your un-rinsed milk glass doesn't seem so bad, and an occasional fart will be funny again."
"Yes really. He's a magician I tell you."
Dan begins jotting down the number.
"By the way, Dianne no longer complains about the sex anymore either."
(When Not writing or working BD consistently shows he is not brilliant on his far from serious blog, Briliant Donkey.)