It's a Saturday morning & Pete is just about to set off on a round of golf when he realizes that he forgot to tell his wife that the bloke who fixes the washing machine is coming around noon.
So Pete heads back to the clubhouse and phones home:
"Hello?" says a little girl's voice.
"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says Pete. "Is Mommy near the phone?"
"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank."
After a brief pause, Pete says, "But you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!"
"Yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!"
"Okay, then. Here's what I want you to do. Put down the phone, run upstairs, knock on the bedroom door, and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my car has just pulled up outside the house."
"Okay, Daddy!"
A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone. "Well, I did what you said, Daddy."
"And what happened?"
"Well, Mommy jumped out of the bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and fell right out the front window & now she's all dead."
"Oh my God! What about Uncle Frank?"
"He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too, and he was all scared & he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool. But he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool & now he's all dead, too."
There is a long pause.
"Swimming pool? . . .Is this 278-9872???"
