Max sat at the bar, totally dejected. The bartender served him his second drink and said, "What's wrong, pal?"
"I'll never understand women," Max said. "The other night, my wife threw me a birthday party. She told me that later on, as her gift to me, I could do with her whatever I wanted."
"Wow!" said the bartender. "But why so unhappy? That sounds like quite a gift to me."
"Well," Max went on, "I thought about it and sent her home to her mother. Now she won't even speak to me."