One day, a rather inebriated fisherman drilled a hole in the ice and peered deeply into the hole examining it for fish. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed, “There are no fish down there.”
Surprised, but not discouraged, the fisherman continued on. He walked several yards away, drilled another hole and peered deeply into it. Again, out of nowhere, a voice suddenly boomed, “There’s no fish down there.”
A bit nervous now, the fisherman managed to continue. He moved a further few yards away and drilled yet another hole, peered long and deep into the hole, hoping for some fish.
Suddenly, the voice boomed again, this time louder than ever, “There’s no fish down there!!!”
The fisherman, quite frightened at this point, looked up into the sky and asked, “God!? Is that you?”
“No, you idiot,” the voice said. “It’s the rink manager.”