“What?” said the taxi driver after he picked up his phone and made the sound of a Formula One car engine finally go away.

“Is it Ben? Yeah, I missed your call earlier, tried to call you back just now,” he then went on, even though he hadn’t.

“What?” he said again. “A rat? In the Volvo? In the garage? Are you kidding me?” he said, getting more upset with each question. And then he paused, for a second or so.

“The rat ate the journal?”

I guess nobody believes a cat or a dog eating the homework anymore.