A woman goes to the local psychic in hopes of
contacting her dearly departed grandmother. The
psychic's eyelids begin fluttering, her voice begins
warbling, her hands float up above the table, and
she begins moaning.

Eventually, a coherent voice emanates, saying,
"Granddaughter? Are you there?"

The customer, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat,
responds, "Grandmother? Is that you?"

"Yes granddaughter, it's me."

"It's really, really you, grandmother?", the woman
repeats.

"Yes, it's really me, granddaughter."

The woman looks puzzled, "You're sure it's you,
grandmother?"

"Yes, granddaughter, I'm sure it's me."

The woman pauses a moment, "Grandmother, I have
just one question for you."

"Anything, my child."

"Grandmother, when did you learn to speak English?"