| Landlady | Joe, you’ve got a telephone. from your uncle! Joe (surprised, to himself) But I don’t understand this. I asked him for money, but he sent me a telephone. No problem……. Maybe, he wants me to sell it for money. (To the landlady) Where is the telephone Ma’am? |
| Landlady | There in my room, on the table |
| Joe (minutes later, angered, toting the telephone with cables entangled and dangling) | Ma’am, I can’t tolerate this! If you really want to use the telephone, I would’ve been very happy to lend you, but with my knowledge. What’s more, you just left it a mess. I Think I have to move out! |
by Drs. M. Nababan, M.Hum
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