Mr. Jones

My mom told me about a woman who liked to throw big parties in her huge, waterfront home. One night, just as some of her guests were arriving, the woman was stirring the butternut squash soup she had made. Her best friend was there, co-hosting the party. The woman wanted to look her best when she greeted her guests, so she put her friend on "booger patrol". If there was anything in the woman's nose, her friend would discreetly announce that Mr. Jones had arrived. Many guests came, and the woman was busy greeting them all. Her friend tried all ways to get her attention, but the woman was distracted. Once things settled down a bit, the woman asked her friend if Mr. Jones had arrived. She replied cooly, "Mr. Jones fell in the soup."