Joe decides to go ice fishing.
He walks out onto the ice, sets up his gear, and starts drilling a hole when a voice from above booms,
"Young man, there's no fish down there.”
Joe stops, looks around bewildered, and wonders if his mind is playing tricks on him.
Deciding it was just the wind, he starts to drill again.
The voice rings out even louder, "For the second time, there's no fish down there."
Joe drops his auger, looks up at the sky, and whispers, "Could that be God?"
Determined to get his catch, he shrugs it off and starts drilling for a third time.
The voice shouts once more, "Young man, for the last time, I'm telling you there's no fish down there."
Joe falls to his knees, looks up, and asks, "Is that you, God?"
The loudspeaker crackles, and the voice replies, "No, it's Mark, you donkey, the stadium manager, and the rink is closed."