A happily married man, Irving
Topper, found himself driving through a badly paved country road
in upstate Rhinebeck, New York. A sudden flat tire sent the car
wobbling to a standstill. The lights in a nearby health manor
invited Topper to rap on the door. An attractive lady opened the
door and asked what she could do for him. He told her his problem
and wondered if he could seek the shelter of her house until
dawn, when he would repair the flat. The lady agreed and invited
him into her parlor. One word led to another; one drink led to
another; one touch led to another. Irving Topper was soon
divested of his clothes and snuggling in the lady's bed with an
equally naked lady. In the morning Topper thanked her for her
hospitality, told her his name was Herman Thompson, changed his
tire, and drove off.
About six months later, Topper received a call from his friend
Herman Thompson. "Hey," said Thompson, "did you
ever give my name to a lady in Rhinebeck, New York?"
"Well, yes," answered Topper. "You know I am a
married man, and I have a lovely wife and child. I gave her your
name because you're a bachelor, and I didn't want any
complication. I hope I didn't get you into any trouble."
"No, no, on the contrary," replied his friend.
"Her lawyer called me to inform me that I had inherited the
manor and the lady's entire estate!"