Leaving work one night this week, I heard Jay Leno joke about a study that says men spend more on gifts for their mistresses than their wives. (As it turns out, a study of dubious academic pedigree was released a year ago.)
“Monsieur, is that your wife or your mistress?”
“My wife. Why do you ask?”
“Too bad. Men always spend more on their mistress than their wife.”
Just then, a gorgeous young woman strutted by in a fur, walking some kind of designer dog.
“That, Monsieur, is a mistress.”
“Very impressive. But trust me, I couldn’t afford her. I’ll stick with the lady inside.”
Ironically, later that night, I found myself in a sex club. Without my wife.
But that’s a story for another Leno monologue.