The math professor just accepted a new position at a university in another
city and has to move. He and his wife pack all their belongings into
cardboard boxes and have them shipped off to their new home. To sort out
some family matters, the wife stays behind for a few more days while
her husband has already left for their new residence.
The boxes arrive when the wife still hasn't rejoined her husband.
When they talk on the phone in the evening, she asks him to count the
boxes, just to make sure the movers didn't loose any of them.
"Thirty nine boxes altogether", says the prof on the phone.
"That can't be", the wife exclaims. "The movers picked up forty boxes at
our old place."
The prof counts once again, but again his count only reaches 39.
The next morning, the wife calls the moving company and complains. The
company promises to check; a few hours later, someone calls back and
reports that all forty boxes did arrive.
In the evening, when the prof and his wife are on the phone again, she
asks: "I don't understand it. When you count, you get 39, and when they
do, they get 40. That's more than strange..."
"Well", the prof says. "This is a cordless phone, so you can stay on the
line and count with me: zero, one, two, three,..."
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writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...