Brenda left her afternoon meeting, checked her phone for messages and groaned.
“What’s up?” asked Martin.
“My husband left sixteen texts and three messages,” she said.
Martin gave Brenda a quizzical look.
“He’s sick,” explained Brenda.
“Oh,” said Martin. “What’s he got?”
“Does it really matter? Men are children.”
Martin cringed. “Like women aren’t.”
“Really? Ever have a baby? Men would die if they had to give birth,” said Brenda.
Martin shook his head. “Enough with the ‘baby’ card. Why is it that all woman claim child birth makes them so tough?”
Brenda smiled. “It’s because men can’t do it.”
“Exactly. If men could give birth, we would. It’s no big whoop.”
“Fine. Give birth and I’ll consider you tough,” said Brenda. She folded her arms and gloated.
“You know, you’ve just hit on something really important.”
“You’ve helped answer the age old question why men die before women,” said Martin.
“All right, I’m ready.”
Martin smacked his hands together. “Women may give birth, but men have to listen to women brag about it. That’s way deadlier. And that’s why men die before women.”