Scare
As a man stepped out of the shower, he heard someone in the kitchen downstairs.
Knowing that his wife was out, he grabbed his 1903 heirloom rifle—which no longer worked, and crept downstairs, forgetting the fact that he was in his birthday suit.
He came around the corner with the gun raised, only to find his wife loading the dishwasher.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I thought I heard an intruder.” He said, I came down to scare him.”
Scanning the contours of his doughy, naked body, she mumbled, “You didn’t need the gun.”