Bill and Nancy were enjoying a quiet Sunday evening when the phone rang. Nancy picked it up. “Bill, it’s the Master of the Lodge.”
Bill picked up the phone and talked to the Master of the Lodge for half an hour. When he got off the phone, Nancy said, “You know, Bill, I wish that I was Master of your Lodge. You said ‘yes’ to him thirty-five times in half an hour.”
“I really wish that you were Master of my Lodge, too,” Bill said. “We change our Master every year.”