True Story

Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly. Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘ ‘This is not my house …’ ‘Well, may I speak to Mr “X”?’ ‘No, sorry. My father passed away an hour ago. We have just returned from the hospital—‘ The register in his voice went up an octave: ‘Well, put your mother on the phone, then.’ ‘She passed away last week—‘ ‘Of all the [expletive] excuses I have ever heard …’ And with that he slammed down the phone. laughter is the best medicine s.c.a.n.d.a.l.i.s.e.d don’t judge till you know the story …