96. Writer's Choice – Joke

Mr. Wooster's breakfast was somewhat delayed and it occurred to me that a well-timed joke might lighten the atmosphere.

"Knock, knock, sir." I ventured.

"Who's there, old thing?"

"To."

"To who?"

"To whom, sir." I certainly didn't smile.

Mr. Wooster blinked.

"… I say, Jeeves, are you going to stand like some poor spirited lamppost, correcting my grammar no less, or are you going to finish the dashed joke?"

Ah.

"My apologies, sir."

"Indeed! Abandoning the witty halfway through! Allow me: knock, knock and so forth."

"Who's there, sir?"

"A man who wants his blasted eggs, Jeeves."

"… Yes, sir."