Jimmy came on from work. He was knackered after a hard, draining day in the toll booth. For eight hours, he'd been sat there, busily taking people's money, putting it in the till, then handing the change to the driver of the vehicle (where appropriate). Afterwards, as if that wasn't enough, he'd then have to press the 'Open' button, which lifted the barrier to allow said vehicle to pass through and drive over the bridge. It was exhausting work.

Molly, Jimmy's wife, had on the other hand had a fairly uneventful day. After simply getting their four kids up, making their breakfast, getting them dressed, putting their lunches up, taking them all to school and then doing the shopping, she had come home and watched TV most of the day, whilst she galavanted around merrily ironing the clothes, doing the bedrooms, cutting the lawn, hoovering the house and pottering about over a hot stove.

"Alright luv? Run me a bath will you?" Jimmy greeted his wife, as he opened the fridge to help himself to a beer. Just then, before Molly could answer, something caught Jimmy's eye..

"What's all this? What's all this butter and stuff doing in here? You know specifically this is my beer fridge" he fumed, realising Molly had inconsideratley cluttered part of one of the shelves up with her favourite dairy products.

"Yes, luv, well I've been busy stocking up in Iceland you know, on the 2 for 1's, so the other fridge is full. I just thought you wouldn't mind seeing as that fridge is only half full.." she replied. Molly had always been an inconsiderate wife, and her constant self-centredness was often the root of their arguments.

"I think you'll find it's half empty, not half full! That's because you squander so much of the housekeping on food and stuff, there's never enough left to fill my bloody fridge up with ale! Well you can get that shite out of here I'm afraid." Jimmy yelled, hurling the tub of Lurpak across the kitchen. He grabbed one of his cans.

"What's this? What time did you put these in here? They're not even cold!" Jimmy cursed his wife. Was it really too much to expect that she could at least get his beer in the fridge at a time sufficient enough for it to be properly chilled by the time he got home? Her constant buffoonery was a source of persistent annoyance to Jimmy.

"I'm sorry love, but by the time I got ba....."

"Look, just run me bloody bath will you. Jesus Christ. You can manage that can you? You've got to turn the taps on. AND DON"T FORGET TO PUT THE BLOODY PLUG IN!" he slowly instructed, just to make sure she understood.
 

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity whilst she removed her rubber gloves and placed them on the half sink-full of plates she was midway through cleaning, she trotted up to run Jimmy's bath for him. Finally he could relax, albeit with only a semi-chilled beer. He flicked on the football, and laid back on his sofa. He was tired of Molly's constant slopiness. After what seemed like infinity, Molly returned downstairs.
 
"Your bath's ready sweetheart" she called. Little did she know, Jimmy had nodded off on the sofa, and her callous impromptu yelling had startled him, resulting in him spilling a bit of his beer...

"You stupid, stupid bint!" he yelled, understandably annoyed at her imbecelic antics.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Could you not have given me a gentle nudge to tell me my bath was ready for me to climb into? Jesus Christ woman, do you never stop to think? It's like living with Jimmy sodding Krankie!"

Molly's inconsideration for anyone other than herself was a real thorn in Jimmy's side, and her lack of ability to do just about anything properly really rattled Jimmy's cage. Indeed, he had lately resigned himself to putting his own toothpaste on his brush, as Molly invariably squeezed out either too much, or too little. Such pathetic displays had, over the years, had a negative effect on their relationship. Jimmy had on occasion, felt it necessary to give Molly a little slap, just to try and encourage her to snap out of her selfish ways. Maybe it was time she had another one? Maybe she might stop making a complete arse of herself if he gave her another encouraging clout? Maybe it would finally knock a bit of sense in to her? All he expected was a little cooperation after an hard day in the booth. Instead, all he got was Molly's self-righteous insolence.

He went up for his well deserved bath. His aching muscles regenerated in the hot water. Of course, he had to put his own bubble bath in, but he had grown used to having to do more or less everything for himself during the course of their marriage. He laid back and closed his eyes, remembering the days when Molly wasn't so dumb, and was in good condition physically. She still had an hour glass figure, there was just far too much sand. The years hadn't been kind to her, a fact that Jimmy would regularly remind her of, not that she showed much gratitude in return. Still, he no longer expected any from the heartless sod. He wondered what a nice marriage would be like? Free from all the squabbling; free from having to cut his own toe nails. Just then, Molly entered the bathroom.

"Well I hope you don't think you're going for a piss whilst I'm having my bath? You can wait until I'm done in here! You disgust me sometimes!" Jimmy spat.

"No Jimmy, I'm just here to pop this toaster in there with you." Molly replied, producing the object from behind her back. Jimmy saw the lead was plugged in to the extension she had in turn plugged in on the landing. Before he had time to react, Molly tossed the Panasonic toaster into his tub, electrocuting him instantly. Once again her vile intolerance had raised its ugly head. As poor Jimmy laid there, in what now resembled a huge bowl of human soup, Molly smiled for the first time in years.

Moral of the story? No matter how much you do for them, it's never enough.