Friday, March 15, 2013

Tell Him the Story about the Cleaning Lady, Slice 16 of 31

My husband told me a funny story when I got home last night.  My sister-in-law and her husband moved to town last year.  They bought a place in one of the new developments here in town, one of those with cookie cutter houses.  When they moved in they were the last row.  Now there are more houses behind them.  All painted similar colors.

The last two times Dan drove to their home he missed their turn off.  Yesterday he turned in the wrong row and the neighbors were out in their yard.  Dan told them all those driveways look the same.  The lady nudged Ted and said tell him about the "Cleaning Lady."

Ted has a cleaning lady come.  He says she's real good and always on time.  She always calls if she was going to be late.

Well this one day.  She didn't come, she didn't call and he waited and waited.  Finally he called her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm cleaning your house."

"I don't think so."

"Yes I am.  I just put the dishes way."

"No.  I'm at my house and you aren't here."

Sure enough she was at someone else's home.

That lady came home to discover someone had been in her house.  She asked my sister-in-law if she had seen anyone. She hadn't.

Later after he figured out whose house it was he told her the story of the "Cleaning Lady."