Called my landlord last night because there was a leak in my kitchen cabinet and I could not figure out where it was coming from. He had to call me back, so the phone rang this morning and this was how the conversation started:

Lisa: Hello.
Dale: Hey Lisa, I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you last night. What’s going on?
Lisa: I’m not sure. I have a strange drip in my kitchen.
Dale: Well, tell him to leave!!

Cracked me up!!