davep, 7 months ago

Suburban home. The phone rings. A little girl answers it.

'Hello?'

'Hi, honey, this is Daddy.... is Mummy near the phone?'

'No, Daddy, she's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Dave,'

After a brief pause Daddy says 'But you haven't got an Uncle Dave, sweetie'

‘Yes I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mummy right now!'

'Uh, okay, then......here's what I want you do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mummy and Uncle Dave that Daddy's car's just pulled up outside the house.'

'Okay, Daddy!'

A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone. 'Well, I did what you said, Daddy.'

'And what happened?' he asks.

'Well, Mummy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went flying out the front window and now she's all dead.'

'Oh my God.’

pause.

‘But what about your Uncle Dave?'

'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 last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the empty swimming pool and now he's all dead too.'

long pause

'Swimming pool? What swimming pool? Is this 555 7039?'