I walked in from work today and my wife looked upset in a panic.
“Our daughter’s been missing since 8 o’clock this morning,” she wept. “It’s 9pm now!”
“Quick, phone the police,” I said. “And throw me the car keys.”
“Call me if you find her,” she cried, as I walked out the door.
“Sure will,” I replied. “But I doubt she’s gonna turn up at Dave’s on poker night.”