A Little Voice

A man was cutting his grass when he heard his neighbor, who happened to be a blonde, leave her home. She opened her letter drop, peered inside and hammered it close. She stepped her foot and backpedaled inside. The man thought ''how odd.''

A couple of minutes passed and beyond any doubt enough, the blonde left her home once more, checked her post box, stamped her foot and backpedaled inside. The man quit cutting and checked her letter drop to perceive what was so amiss with it. In the wake of seeing nothing, he backpedaled to cutting simply shrugging his shoulders.

When he listened to her coming back once more, he close off his cutting machine and went up to her. ''What on the planet would you say you are doing, turning out around here at regular intervals?''

The blonde gazed toward the man and stated, ''Well there's this little voice in my home that continues saying, 'You have mail,' however when I turn out around here to check, I don't have any.''