Working at the post office

Working at the post office, I’m used to dealing with a moody public.

So when one irate customer stormed my desk, I responded in my calmest voice, “What’s the trouble?”

“I went out this morning,” she began, “and when I came home I found a card saying the mailman tried to deliver a package but no one was home.

I’ll have you know, my husband was in all morning! He never heard a thing!”

After apologizing, I got her parcel.

“Oh good!” she gushed.

“We’ve been waiting for this for ages!”

“What is it?” I asked.

“My husband’s new hearing aid.”