SOURCE: “The Postlogue.” The Prologue. December 6, 2002.
A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a down-on-his-luck stranger is standing in the pouring rain, asking for a push.
“Not a chance!” says the husband, “It’s three o’clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was it?” asks the wife.
“Just a stranger asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks.
“NO, I did not! It’s three o’clock in the morning and it’s pouring out!”
“Well, you’ve got a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember time about three months ago when we broke down on holiday and those two guys helped us by giving us a push? I think you should help him.”
The man does as she says and gets dressed and goes out into the pounding rain and calls out into the dark: “Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.”
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
“Over here, on the swing,” the stranger replies.