A housewife called a TV repairman to fix the television in her living room.

From the moment he arrived, the repairman couldn’t stop staring at her. Every time she walked through the room, he nearly twisted his neck trying to watch her without being too obvious.

After a while, he finally finished the repair, packed up his tools, and handed her the bill.

She paid him, then looked around carefully and lowered her voice.

“I have a rather unusual request,” she said. “But before I say it, you must promise to keep it a secret.”

The repairman’s eyes widened. “Of course,” he said quickly. “I promise.”

She stepped a little closer and continued, “It’s a bit embarrassing to talk about. My husband is a kind and decent man, but he has a certain physical weakness.”

The repairman swallowed hard. “Yes…”

“A certain disability,” she said softly. “And, well… I’m a woman, and you’re a man.”

The repairman could barely contain himself. “Yes! Yes!”

She looked him straight in the eyes and said, “And I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since you walked through the door…”

“Yes?” he whispered eagerly.

She smiled and said:

“Would you help me move the refrigerator?”