THE WEARY HOUSEWIFE

The housewife answered the phone and listened with relief to the voice in her
ear. "How are you, dear? What kind of day are you having?"
"Oh, mom, the baby won't eat, the washing machine is broke, I've not been able
to get out of the house to shop, and I twisted my ankle and have been hobbling
around. On top of that, the house is a mess and we're supposed to have two
couples over for dinner tonight."
"Now dear, just stay calm. Sit down, relax, close your eyes, and I'll be over
in 1/2 hour. I'll do the shopping, clean up the house, and cook your dinner for
you. I'll take care of the baby when I get there and call a repairman I know
who'll get the washing machine fixed. In fact, I'll call George at the office
and tell him he ought to come home and help out for once."
"George? Who's George?"
"Why, that's your husband, dear."
"Mom, I don't have a husband."
"Is this 234-5678?"
"Uh, no, it's not. I think you have a wrong number." The housewife paused.
"Uhhh, does this mean you're not coming over?"