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.
“How was your day?”
“Oh, mother,” the housewife said, and she burst into bitter tears,
“I had such a bad day. The baby is not eating 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 over for dinner tonight.”
The mother was shocked and immediately felt sympathy.
“Oh darling,” she said, “sit down, relax, and close your eyes. I’ll be there 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 call a repairman I know who’ll be at your house to fix the washing machine promptly.
Now stop crying. I’ll do anything. In fact, I’ll even call George at the office and tell him to come home and help you. ”
“George?” said the housewife.
“Who is George?
“Well, George! Your husband! … isn’t this 223-1374? ”
“No, this is 232-1374.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong number.”
There was a short pause and the housewife said,
“Does that mean you won’t come?”