My wife is having a Garage Sale and I have un-invited myself! Fishing anyone?

I hate garage sales.  At least the ones that we put on.  More work than they are worth and you still end up with stuff you don't want.  

So, now that she is ready to set up, I am going to help and then go fishing while they make all kinds of money!(Yea Right)

So, to get ready, I call Jim, one of the good ol' boys from down the road.  He loves to wet a line and his wife is really glad to see him go.

"Jim, I am shedding the leg irons Friday.  The Bass are calling.  You up for it?"

"Sorry buddy, but no can do."

"WHAAAT!"  I responded as I caught my chair from flipping backwards.   Do I need to tell your sweetheart that you are refusing to go fishing.  She won't be happy!"

"Well, um..." Jim responded.  Remember when I went to Canada with he boys.  Well when I got up there, my 'sweetheart' as you put it, didn't pack me no underwear.  So, I had to go all week Commando style and boy, did I chafe! "

"When I got home a laid into her.  I should have known something was wrong as she didn't even talk back as usual.  I finally said, 'well, what have got to say for yourself?'   Then she calmly asked if I had looked in my tackle box."

"What the Hell for?" I screamed.   "Because that is where I packed them." she said.

"And that got her so mad that you can't go Friday?!" I asked.

"Well, no, it was those darn pictures of us playing strip poker with the local native gals!"

I guess I will go by myself...much more relaxing!"