Warning:This is non-PC and contains tongue-in-cheek stereotypes. Do not read on if you are of a nervous disposition.
It was late at night. It had been a busy day and two elderly women needed to let off steam. Mabel picked up the 'phone and called her friend, Ethel. In no time at all they were 'chewing the cud', as women do, chatting half seriously, half jokingly about their lives in general and the male species in particular. They rapidly came to the conclusion, as they always did, that women are superior but this time maybe they should do something about it.
Ethel: Perhaps we would all be better off if we just wiped out men altogether?
Mabel: Well, yes, but men do have their uses don't they? We would still want them around sometimes!
Ethel: True, true! But wouldn't it be great if you could just...errr...well think about it! What's it called - cryogenics is it? Just think how good it would be if we could just freeze them and thaw them out when we wanted a man around. That way you could still have your hubby for instance, but if you got fed up with him, needed a change or a set of skills that he didn't have, you could just pop him in the freezer, go to a shop and get another one. "Ooh, young man!" - we sound like those old dears on Harry Enfield's programme.
Mabel: Hmmm, nice idea! We could open a supermarket, Ethel, call it "Iceman" or something. You'd go through the door and there would be row upon row of frozen men to choose from - far more exciting than shopping for food. You could walk in and pick up the one you fancied having for dinner, take him home, thaw him, and Bob's your Uncle (or lover, so to speak).
Ethel: I think we'd have to invent something to make sure they can be re-frozen. We don't want any of those "Do not refreeze once thawed" labels cluttering up the place.
Mabel: You know what though, all the good looking ones would be out of stock. Y'know how annoying it is when you go to the supermarket and they don't have the one thing you went in for? Wouldn't it be typical if you wanted a handsome decorator and they only had fat mechanics with their butts hanging out over their jeans!
Ethel: In that case we'd have to make it like a video shop so you could pre-order the popular ones, borrow them and return them after a few days. Hehe, we could even call it "Freeze Frame". And then, to make sure that the ugly ones didn't get left on the shelf you could do 'two for the price of one' special offers. I can see it now, buy a chocolate gateau, get a gingernut free! Mmm, the mind boggles.
Mabel: Oooh, stop! You are awful, I'm gonna wet myself laughing in a minute!
Ethel: Well, in that case, borrow a man to mop it up for you.
Mabel: Heh, if you went out to the back of the shop there'd be a shelf full of men who'd *want* to mop it up for you.
Ethel: Oh my God, that reminds me - did you see that gardening programme the other night? There was Charlie Dimmock, as bold as brass, telling everyone about a yellow rose called Golden Showers - and she didnt even smirk! Surely she knew what she was saying...
Mabel: Like that kids' TV programme, you remember, Captain Pugwash!
Ethel: "Come along, Seaman Staines, swab the decks", "Aye Aye, Master Bates!" Ahhh, the days of innocence!! Some people say those weren't their names at all, but I really can't remember. Roger the Cabin Boy still makes me laugh though, whether it was true or not.
Mabel: What's that I can hear in the background? Is your hubby there?
Ethel: Sigh! Yeah, I'd better go. He wants to know where his socks are and whether I've ironed his blue shirt! Still, he'll be out tomorrow night, I'll ring you then.
Mabel: Shame...we were having such a nice chat. OK, talk to you tomorrow then. G'night chuck.