There I was, sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
“Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?” he says menacingly, as I burst into tears.
“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can’t stand to see a man crying.”
“This is the worst day of my life,” I say. “I’m a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home, there I found my wife with another man and then my dog bit me.”
“So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve. Then you show up and drink the whole thing! But enough about me, how’s your day going?”
Jill received a bill from the hospital for her recent surgery, and was astonished to see a $900 fee for the anesthesiologist. She called his office to demand an explanation.
“Is this some kind of mistake?” Jill asked when she got the doctor on the phone.
“No, not at all,” the doctor said calmly.
“Well,” said Jill, “that’s awfully costly for knocking someone out.”
“Not at all,” replied the doctor. “I knock you out for free. The 900 dollars is for bringing you back around.”
There once was a fellow from Yuma,
Who told an elephant joke to a Puma.
Now his skeleton lies
Under hot Western skies.
The Puma had no sense of huma!
On a busy Friday night at the restaurant where I’d recently started waiting tables, the owner suddenly emerged from the kitchen and handed me money. “We’re in trouble!” He said. “We’re out of quarters, and customers are waiting. Go next door and get me $40 worth.”
I ran to the supermarket next door, but a cashier said she wasn’t allowed to give out that many quarters. Determined, I sprinted to a convenience store two blocks away, but it was closed. At a gas station farther down the road, the clerk took pity and gave me the four rolls of quarters. Twenty minutes after I’d left, I handed the coin rolls to my boss.
“Where are the quarters?” He asked.
“Right here,” I said breathlessly.
His face sank. “I meant chicken quarters.”