03:00 doorbell
Ding-dong, Ding dong! I rolled over to look at the clock: three in the morning.
"Oh no! Something terrible must have happened!" said my wife.
I dragged myself out of bed, fumbled around to find a robe, and went downstairs. I opened the door, to find a disheveled stranger.
"Hi there," slurred the stranger in a reek of beer. "Can you give me a push??"
"No!ā I said in annoyance. āIt's three in the morning. I was asleep,"
I slammed the door, and went back up to bed.
I explained to my wife, and she said "That wasn't nice of you. Remember that night we stalled in a snowstorm collecting the kids from the babysitter, and you knocked on a door to ask for a boost? What would have happened if he'd slammed the door on us?"
"But this guy is drunk," I said.
"It doesn't matter," said my wife. "He needs our help and itās the right thing to do."
So I got out of bed again, got dressed, and went downstairs.
I opened the door, and peering out into the dark, I called "Hey, do you still want a push??"
And I heard a voice cry out, "Yeah please."
So, still unable to see the stranger I shouted, "Where are you?"
And the stranger replied, "I'm over here, on your swing."
