The Viper

One day a man gets a phone call: "The Viper is coming in two days!" an ominous voice says, and hangs up.

The man is confused, not knowing who this Viper is or why he is coming. The more he thinks about it, the more worried he becomes.

The next day, another phone call: "The Viper is coming tomorrow!" The same ominous voice. "Wait!" the man says, "who is the Viper and why is he coming?" But the voice had already hung up.

Scared now, the man begins to think about people he had wronged and who could possibly be sending someone called the Viper for him. He thinks of his ex-wife, his old business partner, clients and rivals, but cannot come up with anyone who would hate him enough to want him dead.

So the next day the phone rings, "H-h-h-hello?" the man answers. "The Viper is coming in one hour." "Oh, God," the man cries, "why are you torturing me like this. Just come over here and *do it already*! You sadistic bastard!" But the voice had already hung up.

Exactly one hour later there is a knock at the door. "Who is it?" the man asks. In reply he hears another knock. "Who is it?" he asks, louder, getting more frightened. Again, there is no reply but another knock. Frantic now, fearing for his life, the man tears open the door shouting, **"Alright, do it! Just do it already I can't take it anymore!"** To which the small Eastern European lady standing outside his door replies "Alright. I'm the viper, I'm here to vash and vipe the vindows!"