Mrs Baker wanted to go ice fishing. She had read several books on the subject and finally, after getting all the necessary equipment together, she made her way out onto the ice.
After positioning her comfy stool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice.
Suddenly, from up above, a voice boomed, “There are no fish under the ice.” Startled, Mrs Baker moved farther down the ice, poured herself a large coffee, and began to cut yet another hole.
Again from the heavens, the voice bellowed, “There are no fish under the ice.” Mrs Baker moved way down to the opposite end of the ice, set up her stool, and began again to cut her ice-hole.
The voice rang out once more, “There are no fish under the ice.”
Mrs Baker stopped, looked upwards and said, “Is that you, Lord?”
The voice replied, “No, this is the Ice-Rink Manager.”
From Will & Guy.