Pay Up or Else!

"There's someone here to see you" said Richard as he limped into the bathroom with his hand out.
"Who?" as I got out of the shower.
"Louie the Gimp."
"I was just thinking that I forgot to give you your allowance."
"Well, you'd better pay up." Richard waved his open palm under my nose.
"Or I'll be wearing cement shoes?" I asked.
"I have them ready and waiting for the likes of you," he growled back.
We've been married for 22 years. The day after the wedding I took his checkbook from him, never to return it. He would round off the amount of the checks he wrote. I'm a CPA. That drove me nuts. Ever since he's gotten a weekly allowance.
Since he retired I gave him his first raise of our marriage. I upped the amount to $80 per week, but with the condition that he clean the house every week. I'm unemployed, I can't afford a cleaning lady any longer. Plus I hate to clean.
I'm not really happy with the house cleaning part. I'm still finding dried up pancake batter in the kitchen a few weeks later. I scraped something out of the microwave the other day that had obviously been there for awhile. He's pretty good about doing the laundry though. So I shouldn't be complaining.
I got my wallet and counted out four, $20 bills. I gave them to Louie the Gimp.
"You only gave me $60." as he tried to tuck one bill into his underwear without me seeing it.
"Very funny." I wasn't laughing.
"I'll let you off this week, but you'd better not do it again. You'll be swimming with the fishes."
Oooo. I was shaking in my cement boots.