A carpet layer had just finished installing carpets in a rather large home.
After he stepped out for a smoke, the carpet layer realized he couldn’t find his cigarette pack.
As he was looking around the home, in the middle of one room, under the carpet, he stepped on a bump.
The carpet layer said to himself, “So there are my cigarettes!”
Not wanting to rip up the new carpet for a single pack of cigarettes, he went outside to his van, got his hammer and proceeded to flatten out the hump.
As he was cleaning up the debris of his job, the lady of the house came in.
“Here,” she said, handing the carpet layer his pack of cigarettes.
“I heard you complaining about these earlier. I found them in the hallway.”
“By the way, did you happen to see my parakeet? I thought that I saw it fly in here.”