Mrs. Grey is now living in Glasgow. But she was my neighbor. She lived half a block away from my house. My husband hated her because she was a liar and a gossiper.
One day, I guess it was on a Saturday, my husband looked out of the window of the bedroom and Mrs. Grey was in the street. She walked to my house and knocked at the door. He satyed upstairs, in the bedroom.
I opened the door, greeted Mrs. Grey and invited her to come in. She entered the living room and started to tell me a story. I prepared some tea. She talked all the time.
After half one hour, my husband opened the door of the bedroom and shouted to me, "Is that stupid woman still with you?" Mrs. Grey was still with me. I had to find a way out.Then, I waited a few seconds and replied in a loud voice, "No, dear. She's not here anymore, Mrs. Grey is here now."
(Adapted from Funny Stories, by L.A. Hill.)
Smart woman, isn't she?