Jeff had been standing in his dark and dank cellar for well over an hour with his hands gripping a leaky pipe. The water spurted between his fingers. His shoes were getting wetter and wetter. Suddenly, he heard his wife’s voice calling down the cellar door. “Honey, you can take your hands off that leak now!” “Why,” yelled Jeff, “did the plumber finally get here?” “No,” responded his loving wife, “the house is on fire.”
