Anything for coffee, boss

One day a couple of years ago, my teacher-wife was leaving for school in the morning when she muttered to me, “Can you cook today as I will be late?”

I agreed and a little later began to chop vegetables when my phone bell rang.

It was my boss.

After our official discussion, I mentioned to him that I was trying to cook.

“Oh. The trap has been set. Now you will cook forever,” he said.

I ignored it as a joke, but years later I am still cooking.

A few months ago, my wife said one day, “Can you dry the clothes?”

I replied, “Only for today.”

The deal struck, I did so.

My boss laughed, “Another trap.”

Months later, I am still drying the clothes. 

“Clean the room,” “throw the papers,” commands continue.

I continue to obey.

Last week, I lost my cool. Enough is enough.

“No more tasks for me. Do it all yourself or forget it,” I told my wife.

“Okay. I will not make filter coffee for you anymore,” she shot back.

“Oh dear, I was joking,” I dragged.

Anything for coffee, boss.