“Oh Danny-boy,” the Grandma sang, “the pipes are calling me.” So Grandpa called the plumber.
Of course, you could hardly say it was Gradnpa’s fault the plumber was named Danny. But when Grandma put Danny’s number on speed-dial Grandpa did start to worry.
“Those pipes been calling a lot lately?” he asked.
“Old house. Old plumbing.”
And, true, it was an old argument too. Grandma’s bathtub leaked and Grandpa said they’d fix it when they fixed the pipes… which would surely cost less than calling the plumber every day.
Hmm, Grandpa thought, took Grandma shopping, and Danny-boy called no more.