Alan and the front-door.

[Kitosdad]

It was 10.p.m. on a late November evening when my friend Alan phoned his mother.
Now Alan is seventy years of age and his mother is ninety-four.
She insists on living alone, in a huge detached house on the outskirts of Torquay.

Alan was perturbed. It wasn't like his mother at all.
She always answered the phone when he called to bid her "Good-night".

After several more attempts he donned his heavy clothing and set off to drive the ten miles to her home.

Arriving there all wound up and breathless, he drove up the drive and drew the car to a screeching halt.
The next-door neighbour came outside to investigate the noise.
Seeing Alan standing there all flustered, he asked could he be of assistance.

Alan explained that he was knocking on the door and ringing the bell, but was receiving no reply from his mothers house.
His key wouldn't enter the lock because his mother's key was already locked on the inner face of the door.
Alan was really worried, and he feared the worst. Was his mother lying on the floor inside?
Was she dead?. He couldn't think straight.

The neighbour offered to phone the police or fire brigade.
Alan readily agreed, and some minutes later the fire-engine rolled up.

After explaining the situation the the fire officer Alan agreed that they should force the door open.
What he failed to tell them was that this was a solid steel door which he had insisted his mother have fitted if she were to live alone.
Needless to say, jemmies couldn't budge it at all, and they had to resort to using a sledge-hammer on the lock.

As the front door finally flew open, so did the upstairs window.
Alan's mother began screaming like a demented soul.
It took quite a while before she recognised Alan in the semi-darkness, then she quietened down.

When all was calm once more it turned out that she was in bed watching TV with her super-duper headphones on, and she had been completely oblivious to his phone calls and banging.
As she turned off her earphones she heard the sledge hammer being used on the front door, and remembering what Alan had always told her, she flung open the bedroom window and screamed blue-murder!

It cost four hundred pounds to replace the shattered door and frame, and a thousand apologies to the fire service and irate neighbours.

Kitos.
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[Nawar]

haha it is funny! you know that I was worried with him, I don't know why sometimes we expect the worse!
But thanks God, she is fine!