A story my grandmother told me once

The phone rang, and she picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Pat," the doctor's voice said. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yes, I am." She wondered what had happened, and to who.

"Good. Now, don't be alarmed. Jim's okay, but a house fell on him."

"What?"

"Just take your time coming down to the hospital."

"My God," she said.

"I'll see you there."

"Yes." She hung up the phone.

She finished her knitting before leaving.

I never heard a better description of their marriage.

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[Timaeus]

Jim's okay, but a house fell on him.

I choked on my breakfast bagel laughing