A woman called a handyman to fix a bizarre issue in her bedroom: every single time a city bus rumbled past her house, her wardrobe door fell right off its hinges.
The handyman arrived, confirmed the issue, and decided on an unconventional troubleshooting method. “I’m going to step inside the wardrobe,” he explained. “Close the door behind me, and I’ll see exactly what goes wrong from the inside when the next bus drives by.”
The woman shut him inside. But just a moment later, her husband unexpectedly came home early. Hearing a muffled rustling from the bedroom, the suspicious husband stormed upstairs, marched straight to the wardrobe, and yanked the door open.
To his absolute fury, he found a strange man standing quietly among his winter coats.
“What the hell are you doing in my wife’s closet?!” the husband roared.
The handyman blinked under the bedroom lights, shrugged helplessly, and replied:
“Well, believe it or not, mate… I’m just waiting for a bus.”
