Len called home one
afternoon to see what his wife was making for dinner.
"Hello?" said a
little girl's voice.
"Hi, honey, it's
Daddy," said Len.
"Is mommy near the phone?"
"No, Daddy. She's upstairs
in the bedroom with Uncle Frank."
After a brief pause, Len said,
"But you don't have an Uncle Frank, honey!"
"Yes, I do. He's upstairs
in the bedroom with Mommy!"
"Okay, then. Here's what I
want you to do. Put down the phone, runupstairs, knock on the
bedroom door and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my car
just pulled up outside the house."
"Okay, Daddy!"
A few minutes later, the little
girl came back to the phone. "Well, I did what you said,
Daddy. "
"And what happened?"
"Well, Mommy jumped out of
bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she
tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she's
all dead."
"Oh my God! And what about
Uncle Frank?"
"He jumped out of bed with
no clothes on too and he was all scared and he jumped out the
back window into the swimming pool, but he must have forgot that
you took out all the water last week to clean it, so he hit the
bottom of the swimming pool, and now he's dead too."
There was a long pause. Then
Len said, "Swimming pool? Is this 555-7039?
Submitted by Bill, Narberth,
Pa.