A lady is getting some new carpet put down in her house. The carpet layer is just finishing up the job, and looking forward to a cigarette when he realizes his cigarettes have fallen out of his
shirt pocket.
He looks around, and there, in the middle of the room, he sees a small lump in the middle of the carpet. Aw damn, he thinks. Guess I’ll have to buy a new pack on the way home. He grabs
his hammer, and hammers it down flat. There we go. No sign they were ever there.
At that moment, the lady comes in. “I found your cigarettes on the counter in the kitchen. Figured you’d probably want those. By the way, my hamster got out. Have you seen him
anywhere?”