Mystic Mystery




A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of contacting her dearly
departed grandmother.  The psychic's eyelids begin fluttering, her
voice begins warbling, her hands float up above the table, and she
begins moaning.  Eventually, a coherent voice emanates, saying,
"Granddaughter?

Are you there?"

The customer, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat, responds,
"Grandmother?  Is that you?"

"Yes granddaughter, it's me."

"It's really, really you, grandmother?", the woman repeats.

"Yes, it's really me, granddaughter."

The woman looks puzzled, "You're sure it's you, grandmother?"

"Yes, granddaughter, I'm sure it's me."

The woman pauses a moment, "Grandmother, I have just one question
for you."

"Anything, my child."

"Grandmother, when did you learn to speak English?"