Boudreaux is in bed with his wife, Clotilde, when there is a knock on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it's half past three in the morning.
"I'm not getting out of bed at this time," he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" asks Clotilde.
So Boudreaux drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is a man standing at the door. It didn't take Boudreaux long to realize the man was drunk.
"Hi there," slurs the stranger, "Can you give me a push?"
"No, go away, it's half past three. I was in bed," says Boudreaux and slams the door.
He goes back up to bed and tells Clotilde what happened and she says, "Honey, that wasn't very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to pick the kids up from the babysitter and you had to knock on that man's house to get us started again? What would have happened if he'd told us to get lost?"
"But the guy was drunk," says Boudreaux.
"It doesn't matter," says Clotilde. "He needs our help and it would be the Christian thing to help him."
So Boudreaux gets out of bed again, gets dressed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere, he shouts, "Hey, do you still want a push?" and he hears a voice cry out, "Yeah, please."
So, still being unable to see the stranger, Boudreaux shouts, "Where are you?"
And the stranger replies, "I'm over here, on your porch swing."