Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each bowling and plays golf every Sunday.
His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.
The doorman at the club greets them saying, "Hey Bob, how ya doin?"
His wife, puzzled, asks if he has been here before.
"Oh no. He's in my bowling league."
As they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings him a Coors.
"How did she know you drink Coors?"
"I recognize her from the golf club. She's a waitress on Sundays. I always have a Coors at the end of the first nine."
A stripper comes to the table, throws her arms around him, rubs herself all over him and says, "Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"
Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out. Bob follows and spots her getting a cab. He jumps in beside her and tries to explain how the stripper must have taken him for someone else.
His wife is screaming at the top of her lungs calling him every four letter word in the book.
The cabby turns around and says, "Hey Bob. You picked up a real bitch this time."