Under the Rug
A carpet layer has just finished installing carpet for a customer.
He steps out for a smoke, only to realize that he’d lost his cigarettes.
In the middle of the room, under the carpet, is a lump. “No sense pulling up the entire floor for one pack of smokes,” he says to himself.
He proceeds to get out his hammer and flattens the hump.
As he was cleaning up, the homeowner comes in. “Here,” she said, handing him his pack of cigarettes. “I found them in the hallway.”
“Now,” she said, “if only I can find my parakeet.”