Cleaning up

I was at a large family function yesterday.

Some of the women spent hours preparing food while the menfolk watched the worst game of football, all time.

At the end of the day a couple of the more intelligent blokes spent a good five minutes in a showy effort of cleaning up.

I overheard the cooks generally praising these good blokes for their efforts.

‘Why are you laughing?’ they asked. Genuinely perplexed.