SORRY I’M LATE

Late one Saturday evening, I was awakened by the ringing of my phone. In a sleepy grumpy voice I said hello. The party on the other end of the line paused for a moment before rushing breathlessly into a lengthy speech. “Mom, this is Susan and I’m sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because I’m going to be a little late getting home. See, Dad’s car has a flat but it’s not my fault. Honest! I don’t know what happened. The tire just went flat while we were inside the theater. Please don’t be mad, okay?”

Since I don’t have any daughters, I knew the person had misdialed. “I’m sorry dear, “I replied, “but you’ve reached the wrong number. I don’t have a daughter named Susan.”

“Gosh, Mom,” came the young woman’s voice, “I didn’t think you’d be this mad.”

ps. the girl thought her mum was so angry that she disacknowledge her...

Good one!

ps. I think the explanation was superfluous! ! !

(also, I think you mean to say "disown")

Keep up the good work! ! !

Edited October 18, 200718 yr by zzdocxx