WAITING FOR THE BUS
The cupboard door at the Smith’s house had a maddening habit of opening by itself.
“Lady, I do not doubt your words,” – he said, – “but I want to see this occurrence with my own eyes.”
He stepped into the cupboard, closed the door behind him and waited for the bus to pass. Just then,
“What are you doing here?” – exclaimed the husband.
“If I told you that I’m waiting for the No. 5 Bus, would you believe me?”
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