No, I'm the man!

A friend of mine had been after her live-in boyfriend to help her with cutting back some trees and hauling them to the curb for bulk pickup.  He finally agreed and, when the allotted weekend loomed,  he conveniently hurt his back.  He limped around and moaned and felt all kinds of sorry for himself.   She persevered and cut the trees herself but was unable to haul them to the curb.  He generously told her to leave them there until he was better. One of her older guy friends came over to have her remove staples from his dog (it’d had surgery and she was a vet), so she asked him to help her drag the trees.   All of a sudden, her man made a miraculous recovery.  He walked out perfectly sound, hauled the trees up, cut them to pieces and even managed to throw them on top of the already tall pile of limbs.

Her male friend quietly said to her, “There’s nothing that will make a man heal quicker than the threat of another man doing his job”.

She concluded, "I suppose that makes this a combo dumb and wise man story. Too bad I’m dating the dumb one!