Once upon a time, there was a newlywed couple. Still dressed in their wedding attire, they settled into their new home as soon as the last guest had left.
“Darling,” said the young lady,
“Go and lock the door leading to the street!”
“Lock the door? Me?” said the groom.
“A groom in his splendid suit, with princely clothes and a dagger studded with stones? How can you expect me to do such a thing? You must be out of your mind. You go and close it.”
“Oh, really?” cried the bride. “Do you think I am your slave? A beautiful and gentle creature like me, wearing a fine silk dress, dressed up for my wedding day, should go and close the door leading to the street? Impossible!”
They remained silent for a minute or two, then the woman suggested that they could solve the problem with a bet. They agreed that the first one to speak would close the door.
There were two sofas in the house, and the two sat facing each other, staring at each other in silence. They remained like this for two or three hours. Meanwhile, a gang of thieves passed by and saw the open door.
They sneaked into the silent house, which seemed deserted, and began to collect all the items they could carry. The couple heard them come in, but each thought it was the other’s responsibility to deal with the situation.
Neither of them spoke or moved as the thieves went from room to room, until they finally reached the living room and did not notice the sombre, motionless couple at first.
However, the couple remained seated while the thieves took away all their valuables and rolled up the carpets under their feet. Mistaking the idiot and his stubborn wife for wax mannequins, they stripped them of their jewellery.
Despite this, the couple remained silent.
The thieves left, and the newlyweds sat there all night. At dawn, a policeman on patrol saw the open door and entered. Passing from room to room, he finally came upon the couple and asked them what had happened. Neither the man nor the woman deigned to answer.
The policeman called for backup. Many law enforcement officers arrived, and they all became increasingly nervous in the face of the total silence, which seemed to them, of course, a calculated affront. The officer in charge finally lost control and ordered one of his men, “Give that man a slap or two to bring him to his senses.”
At that point, the woman could not restrain herself:
“Please, officers,” she whimpered, “don’t hit him. He’s my husband!”
“I won!” the imbecile immediately shouted.
“You’re going to close the door!
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