"I can never fool my wife," George complained. "I turn off the car's engine and coast into the garage, take off my shoes, sneak upstairs, and undress in the bathroom. She always wakes up and screams at me for being out so late." "You got the wrong technique, my friend," his friend replied. "I roar into the garage, slam the door, stomp up the steps, rub my hand on her butt and say, 'How about a little?' She always pretends to be asleep."