A blonde received a brand-new fishing rod for her birthday and decided she was finally going to try ice fishing.

Early the next morning, she packed everything she thought she needed: the rod, bait, a little stool, a thermos of coffee, and a bucket big enough for all the fish she was sure she would catch.

She drove out, found what looked like a perfect frozen surface, and proudly carried her gear to the middle of it.

After choosing the best spot, she took out her tools, cut a large hole in the ice, sat down, and dropped her line in.

Just then, a deep voice echoed, “There are no fish in there.”

Startled, she looked around, but saw no one.

Thinking maybe it was a sign, she gathered her things, moved farther away, and cut another hole.

Again, the voice said, “There are no fish in there either.”

Now she was nervous, but determined. She moved a third time, cut another hole, and lowered her line.

The voice came again: “I’m telling you, there are no fish in there.”

Finally, she looked up and saw an irritated man staring down at her.

“How do you know there are no fish in here?” she asked.

The man sighed and said,

“Well, first of all, this is a hockey rink. And second, you’re going to have to pay for those holes.”