Bridget failed to get up one morning to cook breakfast for the Smith
family. Instead she yelled downstairs that she was “pretty sick.”
Mr. Smith promptly summoned his family doctor who gave the “sick” servant
a thorough examination. The doctor was unable to find anything wrong with
Bridget.
“My good woman,” he said, “you’re not sick at all.”
“I know I’m not,” Bridget replied, “but the Smiths owe me $20 and I’m
going to stay in bed until they pay me.”
“Well, if that’s the case, move over; they owe me $50.”
_Golightly Highballs_