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A jealous husband was sure his wife was cheating on him, and used to come home from work at different times of the day to try to catch her out, but never could. Eventually he decided the only time he hadn't tried was straight after he had left for work.
So he drove round the block and dashed back in to the house shouting "OK, I know you've got your lover here somewhere. Where is he?" His wife, who was sitting on the couch reading a book, just rolled her eyes and said nothing.
He rushed round the house checking each room, and when he was in the kitchen, heard a sound outside the door. It was the milkman delivering milk. (This is a pretty old joke!).
"It's the milkman!" shouted the husband in a rage, and with a superhuman effort, picked up the refrigerator and hurled it out the window onto the milkman, squashing him flat.
In the twinkling of an eye, the milkman was knocking on the pearly gate. St Peter let him in and asked "What happened to you?" "I don't know," said the milkman, "I was just delivering the milk and someone threw a refrigerator at me." So St Peter sent him off to find a nice soft cloud.
Just then, there was another knock at the gate. It was the jealous husband, who had had a heart attack from the effort of picking up the refrigerator. St Peter brought him in after hearing the whole sad story.
Yet another knock at the gate and St Peter bustled to open it. There stood a man in a very battered condition.
"What happened to you?" asked St Peter.
"Well," said the man, "I was hiding in this refrigerator ..."
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