I wake up early one morning to a loud knock on my door.
i stumbles out of bed, go downstairs and answer the door.
When opening the door, it is Ozzy, drunk, standing in the pouring rain, and asks, "Can you give me a push?"
I answer, "No! It's 3 a.m. in the morning, and pouring down rain."
I slam the door in the Ozzy's face, and go back to bed.
my wife asks who it was, and I explain the situation to her.
She immediately berates me, "Do you remember the two guys who helped us in a bad storm two months ago. You get dressed and go help that man."
I get dressed, go out into the pouring rain. It is pitch black, I can see no one, and ask, "Are you still here?"
Ozzy says, "yes."
I say, "Where are you?"
Ozzy answers, "Over here in the swing."