A hotel guest calls the front desk from his room on the eighth floor.
The call is picked up by the clerk at the reception desk:
The clerk answers. “May I help you?”
The man says.
“Yes, I’m in room 858. You need to send someone to my room immediately.”
“What seems to be the problem, sir?” Asks the clerk.
“I’m having an argument with my wife and she’s threatening to jump out of the window.”
The desk clerk calmly says.
“I’m very sorry to hear that sir, but that’s a personal matter.”
The man replies.
“Listen to you, idiot, the window won’t open and that’s a maintenance matter!”