Kath
was expecting the plumber. He was supposed to arrive at ten
o'clock. Ten o'clock came and went - no plumber. Eleven
o'clock
twelve o'clock, and one o'clock sailed past, still with no
plumber. She decided he wasn't coming, and went out to do some chores. Naturally no sooner
had she left than the plumber arrived. He knocked on the door and, from the lounge, Kath's
parrot called, "Who is it?"
Presuming the parrot to be the lady of the house he called
back, "It's the plumber," and waited for her to come and let him in. When no-one
opened the door, he knocked again. Again the parrot called, "Who is it?"
Frustrated, he yelled, "It's the plumber!" He waited some more, and again no-one
came to the door. He knocked again, long and hard.
Again the parrot called, "Who is it?" and he
shouted, "IT'S THE PLUMBER!" Once again he waited, and again she didn't come.
Furious at the way she was taking the piss, he hammered on the door again and again. The
parrot, who was having a great time, called, Who is it?" innocently. It was too much
for the plumber, who went berserk. With a loud scream he took a wrench to the lock,
hammered it to bits and broke the door down. The excitement proved too much for the poor
bloke, though, and he had a massive heart attack, dropping dead in the hall. When Kath got
back an hour later she found the door ripped open and a corpse lying in the doorway.
"Fuck!" she shrieked, "WHO IS IT?"
Gleefully, the parrot howled
"IT'S THE PLUMBER!"