coming home late

Coming Home Late

A woman was complaining to the neighbor that her husband always came home late, no matter how she tried to stop him.

Take my advice, said the neighbor, and do what I did. Once my husband came home at three o--clock in the morning, and from my bed, I called out, --Is that you, Jim?-- And that cured him.

Cured him! asked the woman, but how?

The neighbor said, You see, his name is Bill.