Three sisters were all getting married within just a few weeks of each other, and their mother was excited, nervous, and far too curious for her own good.

Before each daughter left for her honeymoon, Mom made them promise one thing.

“Don’t write anything embarrassing,” she said. “Just send me a postcard with a code word so I’ll know how married life is going.”

A few days after the first wedding, a postcard arrived from Hawaii. It had only one word written on it:

“Nescafé.”

Confused, Mom rushed to the kitchen, picked up the jar, and read the label: “Good till the last drop.”

She blushed, but smiled proudly.

A week later, the second daughter’s postcard came from Vermont. It said:

“Benson & Hedges.”

Mom went straight to her husband’s cigarette pack and read: “Extra Long, King Size.”

She turned red again, but seemed satisfied.

Then the third daughter left for the Caribbean.

One week passed. No postcard.

Two weeks passed. Still nothing.

After a whole month, a card finally arrived. The handwriting was shaky, and it said only:

“British Airways.”

Panicked, Mom grabbed a magazine and searched for the airline’s advertisement. When she finally found it, her eyes widened, her face went pale, and she fainted on the spot.

The ad read:

“Three times a day, seven days a week, both ways.”