“WHERE is my SUNDAY paper?!” the irate customer yelled after calling the newspaper office.
“Madam,” said the newspaper employee, “today is Saturday. The Sunday paper is not delivered until tomorrow, on SUNDAY.”
There was quite a long pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a ray of recognition as she was heard to mutter, “Well, that explains why no one was at church either.”
[forwarded by JR Whitby]
I quit my job at the helium gas factory. I didn’t like being spoken to in that voice.