Unwanted Piano

The poor old clunker of a piano I had impulsively bought languished in a corner of our living room for a year. "It's the piano or me!" my wife finally declared.

So I called a junk man, whom I knew, to collect it the next day. When he didn't show, I phoned again.

"I've already got your piano on my truck," he claimed.

"Nope," I said, "it's still here."

It turns out he had gone to a house on my street and asked the lady who answered the door if she had a piano to go. She'd said yes. After we talked, he took it back to her house, but she turned him away. She'd wanted to get rid of her piano for years.