It was a bustling morning at the grand railway station, when a lady approached the station master:
“Excuse me,” she inquired, “Is this my train?”
The station master turned to address the lady with a polite yet mildly amused expression:
“No, madam, it belongs to the railway company.”
Undeterred by the station master’s response, the lady pressed on, determined to clarify her question.
“Don’t try to be funny,” she chided, “I mean to ask if I can take this train to New York.”
The station master, ever the consummate professional, maintained his composure. With a wry smile, he retorted:
“No, madam, I’m afraid it’s too heavy.”
