A man and his wife are jolted awake at 3 a.m. by loud pounding on the front door. Half-asleep and irritated, the husband drags himself out of bed and opens it to find a soaking-wet, drunken stranger asking for a push.
“Absolutely not!” the husband snaps. “It’s three in the morning and pouring rain!” He slams the door and goes back to bed.
“Who was that?” his wife asks.
“Some drunk guy wanting a push.”
“And you didn’t help him?” she presses.
“No! It’s the middle of the night!”
His wife sighs. “Funny how short your memory is. Remember when we broke down three months ago and two strangers helped us? You should be ashamed.”
Grumbling, the husband gets dressed and steps into the rain. He calls into the darkness, “Hello? Are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes a voice.
“Do you still need a push?”
“Yes, please!”
“Where are you?” the husband asks.
“Over here,” the voice replies… “on the swing.” 