Caught in the Act
A grandfather calls his granddaughter one afternoon.
“Hi, sweetie, is Grandma around?”
“No, Grandpa, she’s upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul.”
A long pause follows. “Uncle Paul? But… you don’t have an Uncle Paul.”
“Oh, I do now—and he’s upstairs with Grandma.”
After collecting himself, Grandpa says, “Alright, here’s what I need you to do. Put the phone down, run upstairs, and shout that Grandpa’s home early.”
“Okay, be right back.”
A few minutes later, the granddaughter returns to the phone.
“Well?” Grandpa asks.
“Grandma screamed, ran out of the room in a panic, tripped on her slippers, bumped her head, and now she’s laying still on the floor.”
“Oh my! And what about Uncle Paul?”
“He jumped out the window, trying to get away… but forgot the garden pond was drained. He landed right in it. He’s not moving either.”
A moment of stunned silence.
Then Grandpa mutters, “Pond? Wait a minute... is this 555-0172?”
