A couple is in the midst of a tremendous fight, as a gunman breaks into their home. Pointing his riffle at the woman of the home, he asks her for her name. The terrified woman mutters, “Elizabeth.”
“This is your lucky night,” the gunman responds. “I just can’t get myself to kill somebody who carries my mother’s name, may her soul rest in peace. My mother was a special woman. I won’t shoot you.”
He then points the riffle at her husband’s head. “What is your name?” thunders the gunman. The poor man is terror-struck. He knows that his answer will equal life or death and pauses to think.
“If you don’t want your brains blown out, tell me your name right now!” the gunman shouts.
“My name is Harry,” the horrified man replies, “but they call me Elizabeth.”
