She was dressed for shopping.
"Hey ! I've bought the paint and the brush, all you have to do is paint the front porch, make sure you get it done before I get back."
He watched his wife's retreating figure, and taking a beer out of the fridge, went out the back, to sit on the verandah. Maybe something would turn up ...
Half way through the beer, a boy scout turned up, asking if he could do any odd jobs ....
"Sure - go out front and paint the porch."
It was that easy: his faith in the universe was restored.
Until half an hour later --
"I've finished Mister - but it's not a Porche, it's a Mercedes."