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)