Safe and Unsound

This afternoon the little woman said to me, "Where did I put that receipt from the jewelry store? I need to return these earrings."

"Beats me," I answered.

"I know I didn't throw it away. I remember putting it in a safe place. I just can't remember now where that safe place is!" she began screaming.

"Well," I said, "at least you can take comfort in knowing that it's safe."

Later she didn't cook me dinner.