The New Year’s Eve party had turned into a regular marathon with numerous guests coming and going.
At one point, a man knocked on the door, was greeted heartily although no one knew who he was, and was led to the bar in the basement.
He sat there happily for a couple of hours before a strange light dawned on his face. “You know,” he confided to his host: “I wasn’t even invited to this party. I just came over to tell you that some of your guests’ cars are blocking my driveway.”
The guest continued: “My wife’s been sitting out in the car waiting for me to get them moved.”