It’s Harold’s first day in the carpool:
They honk the horn in front of his house and he comes running out.
He gets about halfway down the walk when he hears a grunt and the sound of his wife’s foot tapping on the porch.
He turns around and there she is, scowling at him.
He runs back to the steps, spreads her bathrobe, bends over, kisses her on the snatch, runs back down the walk and hops in the car.
They ride in silence for a few minutes, until Burnett, the driver, can’t stand it.
“Harold, it’s none of my business, but why’d you kiss her down there?”
“You wouldn’t believe her breath in the morning.”