One peaceful morning at a quiet lakeside cabin, a husband returned after several hours of fishing, ready for a nap. With the sun shining and the water calm, his wife decided to enjoy the day herself. Though unfamiliar with the lake, she hopped in the boat, motored out a short distance, dropped anchor, and settled in with a good book.

A little while later, a Game Warden pulled up alongside her boat in his patrol skiff.

“Good morning, ma’am,” he said. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just reading,” she replied, holding up her book with a polite smile.

“This is a restricted fishing area,” he said sternly.

“That’s fine, officer,” she replied. “I’m not fishing — I’m reading.”

He eyed the fishing gear neatly stored in the boat. “Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start fishing any second. I’m going to have to issue you a citation.”

“A citation? For reading?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re in a restricted area with fishing gear,” he insisted. “That’s enough to write you up.”

The woman paused, then said calmly, “Well, in that case, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault.”

The Game Warden’s eyes widened. “What?! I haven’t even touched you!”

“True,” she said with a sly smile. “But you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start at any moment.”

The Game Warden blinked. Then, without another word, he turned his boat around and sped off.

Moral of the story: Never argue with a woman who reads. She probably also knows how to think.