Late one Saturday evening, I was awakened by the ringing of my phone. In a sleepy grumpy voice I said hello. The party on the other end of the line paused for a moment before rushing
breathlessly into a lengthy speech.Mom, this is Susan and Im sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because Im going to be a little late getting home. See, Dads car has a flat but its not my fault. Honest! I dont
know what happened. The tire just went flat while we were inside the theater. Please dont be mad, okay?Since I dont have any daughters, I knew the person had dialed my number by mistake.Im sorry dear, I replied, but youve reached the wrong number. I dont have a daughter named Susan.Gosh, Mom, the young womans voice replied, I didnt think youd be *this* mad!