Flat Tire (Photo credit: Ryan Stanton)
Late one Saturday evening, the phone rang. Grumpy and sleepy, Mary answered it. The party on the other end of the line paused for a moment before rushing breathlessly into a lengthy speech: “Mom, this is Susan and I’m sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because I’m going to be a little late getting home. See, Dad’s car has a flat but it’s not my fault. Honest! I don’t know what happened. The tire just went flat while we were inside the theatre. Please don’t be mad, okay?”
Mary didn’t have any daughters so it was obviously a wrong number. “I’m sorry dear,” she replied, “but you’ve reached the wrong number. I don’t have a daughter named Susan.”
“Gosh, Mom,” came the young woman’s voice, “I didn’t think you’d be this mad.”
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The Laughing Housewife 
Oh my, one can get disowned for such small things theses days…a cute joke.
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Haven’t we all wanted to say that at one time or another!!
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I might have said: Your mother left home, did she not tell you the new address!
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Finger snaps!
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That reminds me of that lovely wrong number record of a Jewish girl who pours out her troubles to her Momma, as she thought, children ill, husband left, blizzard conditions and no food in the house.When they realise it was a wrong number the poor girl cries “Does that mean you’re not coming?”
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Disowned and disinherited! 🙂
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