A man is in bed with his wife when there is a loud knocking on the front door.
He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it's half past three in the morning. He hears the wind and the rain lashing against the window. "I'm not getting out of bed at this time," he thinks, and rolls over. Then, an even louder knock follows.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" says his wife.
Against his better judgement, huffing, puffing and moaning loudly, he drags himself out of bed, puts on his dressing gown and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is man standing at the door. He is soaked through and the rain is coming down in torrents.
"Hello there," slurs the stranger. "I'm so sorry to trouble you, but do you think you give me a push?" It is clear to the home owner that the man is more than a little drunk.
"No I can't give you a push, get lost. It's half past three. I was in bed fast asleep and I'm not coming out there in this weather," he says and slams the door. He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened. The wife says " That wasn't very nice of you. You should have helped him. Poor man".
The husband replies "No way, it's foul out there, I'm not going out there. it's pouring with rain, the wind is howling and it's 3.30 in the bloody morning" There is a short silence and then the wife says "Well you've got a very short memory. Remember that night we broke down on holiday last year. Remember how bad the weather was that night and that man who stopped and helped us. He even towed us to the garage if you remember. You didn't complain then did you?. I think you should go and help that man"
"But he was drunk," pleads the husband.
"It doesn't matter," says the wife. "He needs our help and it would be the right thing to do." Realising he isn't going to win this argument, the husband gets out of bed again, cursing and swearing and gets dressed and goes downstairs. He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger, he walks out and down his path. He is absolutely soaked in no time.
He shouts, "Hey, are you still out here?"
"Yes" comes the reply from the darkness.
"Do you still need a push?" he says
"Oh yes please" replies the stranger
"It's pitch black out here and I can't see a thing. Where are you?" he says.
To which the stranger replies, "I'm over here, on your swing."