Mrs. Thurston stormed into the A-1 Laundry and demanded to see the owner. Mr. Fulton appeared from behind a curtain.
"I'm the owner," he said. "Do you have a complaint?"
"A complaint?" echoed the upset customer. "
You have the nerve to call yourself an A-1 cleaner?"
She threw something accross the counter.
"Just take a look at a sample of your work!"
Fulton picked up the object and studied it.
"Lady, there's not a thing wrong with this lace," he pronounced.
"Lace!" Mrs. Thurston screamed.
"When I brought it in to be cleaned it was a sheet!"(oh,ohh!)
Source:Leo Rosten, The Joys of Yinglish (McGraw-Hill)