Asking for Trouble
Asking for Trouble
It
must have been about two in the morning when I returned home. I tried to wake
up but my wife by ringing the door-bell, but she was fast asleep, so I got a
ladder from the shed in the garden, put it against the wall, and began climbing
towards the bedroom window. I was almost there when a sarcastic voice below
said “I don’t think the window needs cleaning at this time of the night.” I
looked down and nearly fell off the ladder when I saw a policeman. I
immediately regretted answering in the way I did, but I said, “I enjoy cleaning
windows at night.”
“So do I,” answered the policeman in
the same tone “Excuse my interrupting you. I hate to interrupt a man when he’s
busy working, but would you mind coming with me to the station?”
“Well, I’d prefer to stay here,” I
said, “You see, I’ve forgotten my key.”
“You what?” he called.
“My key,” I shouted.
Fortunately, the shouting woke up my wife who opened the window just as the policeman had started to climb towards me.
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