Frazzled Housewife
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Loading ...The worried housewife sprang to the telephone when it rang and listened with relief to the kindly voice in her ear.
“How are you, darling?” it said. “What kind of a day are you having?”
“Oh, Mother,” said the housewife, breaking into bitter tears, “I’ve had such a bad day. The baby won’t eat, and the washing machine broke down. I haven’t had a chance to go shopping; and, besides, I’ve just sprained my ankle, and I have to hobble around. On top of that, the house is a mess, and I’m supposed to have two couples to dinner tonight.
The mother was shocked and was at once all sympathy. “Oh, darling,” she said, “sit down, relax, and close your eyes. I’ll be over in half an hour. I’ll do your shopping, clean up the house, and cook your dinner for you. I’ll feed the baby, and I know this great repairman who will be at your house promptly to fix the washing machine. Now stop crying. I’ll take care of everything. In fact, I’ll even call George at the office and tell him he ought to come home and help out for once.”
“George?” said the housewife. “Who’s George?”
“Why George! Your husband! …….. Is this 223-1374?”
“No, this is 223-1375.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number, but your voice sounds just like my daughter’s.”
There was a short pause, and the housewife said, “Does this mean you’re not coming over, after all?”