A writer comes home and finds his wife standing beside their home completely gutted by fiire. Beside the smoking embers his wife stands, sobbing.
"Honey, what happened!"
"Oh, darling! The phone rang this morning and I answered it. It was your agent. But when I answered the phone, I didn't see the frying pan filled with grease catch on fire. The curtains caught on fire, and then the ceiling began to burn. The dog started barking and bolted out the back door, taking the screen with it. The open kitchen door let in fresh air and it whipped up the flames even higher and . . . "
At this point the husband threw up his hands irritably and started stammering.
"Wait . . . wait . . . . wait a minute, honey. Did you say my agent called?"