He woke up this morning, got dressed and went in the kitchen where his wife was already fixing breakfast.
He looked to see what she was cooking, and saw one of his socks in the frying pan.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She said "I'm doing what you asked me to do last night when you came to bed very drunk," was the reply.
Completely puzzled, he walked away thinking to myself "I don't remember asking her to cook my sock..."