We have few parking spaces in the yard, so we often block the cars and leave the phone number under the front glass. I go out this morning, my car is locked. I call the phone number and the girl takes the phone. My phone is not my car, but my husband’s. He gives me his number. I call, he goes out, resets his car, I leave. But...

In the afternoon, a morning girl calls and asks at what address the man’s car was. I am talking. After a second’s silence, she said: “Happy!

Sorry man, if anything.