She told him that years ago, her son had left for New York and she hadn't heard from him since. He asked her what his name was and told her that he would look for him. She told him his name was John Dunn. "Tell him to call his mother," she said.


So he gets to New York and as he's walking through the city, he sees a sign on a building that reads "Dunn & Bradstreet." So he says to himself "This must be it."


He walks in and the receptionist says, "May I help you?"

He says, "Yes, do you have a John here?"

To which she says "Yes, its back in the corner."


So he goes in and there's a man coming out of the stall.

"Are you Dunn?" he asks. "Yes," the man says.


"Go call your mother."