Late one night

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Late one night, a man was in bed with his wife, when suddenly there was a knock on the front door.
The man rolled over and looked at his bedside clock. It was 3 o’clock in the morning.
“I’m not getting out of bed at this time of night,” he thought to himself, and rolled back to sleep again.
A few moments later, there was an even louder knock on the door.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” said the man’s wife.
Begrudgingly, the man dragged himself out of bed and went downstairs.
Still half asleep, he opened the front door and found a man standing outside.
It didn’t take the homeowner long to realize that the man was quite drunk.
“Hi there,” slurred the stranger. “Can you give me a push?”
Get lost,” said the homeowner. “It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and I was happily sleeping in my bed.” Saying this, he slammed the door and went back upstairs.
Back in his bed, he told his wife what had happened.
“Dave,” she said, “that wasn’t very nice of you. Remember that night our car broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the baby-sitter and you had to knock on that man’s door to get us started again? What would have happened then if he’d told us to get lost?”
“But the guy was completely drunk,” replied the husband.
“It makes no difference,” said the wife. “He needs our help and the right thing to do would be to go out there and help him.”
So the husband got out of bed again, got dressed, and went downstairs.
On opening the front door, he couldn’t see the stranger anywhere, and so he shouted, “Hey, do you still want a push?” And from somewhere in the darkness, he heard a voice cry out, “Yeah, please!”
Still unable to see the stranger, the man shouted again, “Where are you?”
And the stranger replied, “I’m over here, on your swing.”


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Author: Tony

Born and raised in Malaysia between Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. Educated at Wycliffe College in Stonehouse, Gloucestershire, England. Living in the foothills of Mount Etna since 1982 and teaching English at Catania University since 1987.

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