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 I'm sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because I'm going to be a little late getting home. See, Dad's car has a flat but it's not my fault. Honest! I don't know what happened. The tire just went flat while we were inside the theater. Please don't be mad, okay?"
Since I don't have any daughters, I knew the person had dialed my number by mistake. "I'm sorry dear," I replied, "but you've reached the wrong number. I don't have a daughter named Susan."
"Wow, Mom," the young woman's voice replied. "I didn't think you'd be this mad."
"You admit having broken into the dress shop two times?" asked the judge.
"Yes," answered the suspect.
"And what did you steal?"
"A dress, your Honor," he replied.
"One dress?" echoed the judge. "But you admit breaking in twice!"
"Yes, your Honor," sighed the suspect. "I had to exchange it. My wife didn't like the color."