Mr. Knott was a teacher. He taught in a skool in London. He lived a long way from the skool, so he was usually quite tired when he got home. At 9 one evening, when he was in bed, the phone bell rang in the hall of his small house, so he went downstairs, picked up the phone and said:
- Zis's Whitebridge 2708. Who's speaking, plz???
- Watt - a man answered
- Wad's ya name, plz?
- 'Watt's mah name', was the answer
- Yeah, I'm askin ya for zat. Wad's ya name? - Mr. Knott said again.
- I told ya. Watt's mah name - said the other man - Are you Jack Smith?
- Nah, I'm Knott - answered Mr. Knott
- Will ya gimme ya name, plz?
- Will Knott - answered Mr. Knott
Then both of them put their phones down angrily and thought: "Wadda f***ing stoopid guy"