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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, 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?"
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