Can I fish?
A man wanted to go ice fishing. He'd seen many books on the subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary "tools" together, he made for the nearest frozen lake.
After positioning his comfy stool, he started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE." Startled, the man moved further down the ice, poured a Thermos of coffee and began to cut another. Again from the heavens, the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
The man, now quite worried, moved down to the opposite end of the ice, set up his stool, and tried again to cut a hole. The voice came once more, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
He stopped, looked skyward and said, "Is that you Lord?"
The voice replied, "No ... this is the Ice-Rink Manager...."