Don't You Wish You Could Do This?

The phone rang as I was sitting down to my anticipated
evening meal, and as I answered it I was greeted with,
"Is this Wilhiam Wagenhoss?" This didn't sound anything
like my name, so I asked, "Who is calling?" The telemarketer
said he was with The Rubberband-Powered Freezer Company or
something like that and then I asked him if he knew "Wilhiam"
personally and why was he was calling this number.

I then said off to the side, "Get really good pictures of
the body and all the blood." I then turned back to the
phone and advised the caller that he had entered a murder
scene and must stay on the line because we had already traced
this call and he would be receiving a summons to appear in the
local courthouse to testify in this murder case.

I then questioned the caller at great length as to his name,
address, phone number at home, at work, whom he worked for,
how he knew the dead guy, and could he prove where he had
been about one hour before he made this call.

The telemarketer was getting very concerned and his answers
were given in a shaky voice. I proceeded to tell him we had
located his position at his work place and the police were
entering the building to take him into custody. At that point,
I heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running away.

My wife asked me as I returned to our table, why I had tears
streaming down my face and so help me, I couldn't tell her
for about fifteen minutes. My meal was cold, but oh-so-very
enjoyable.