It was Super Bowl Sunday and in our Presbyterian church the time for the collection of tithes and offerings was approaching. The minister, a true sports enthusiast, reached into his pocket, took out a quarter, flipped it into the air, glanced at it as it landed, then in typical referee fashion joyfully announced:
“The ushers have elected to receive!”
As a fellow policeman and I were eating lunch in a cafe, we heard a woman nearby say loudly, “Jimmy, if you don’t eat all your peas, I’ll have those policemen come over and talk to you.” My friend promptly walked over to the five-year-old who was being scolded.
“Jimmy,” he said, just as loudly, “I’m six-foot-two and weigh 200 pounds. And I never ate a pea in my life.” As we left, the other patrons were laughing, Jimmy’s mother was absolutely silent, and a smiling Jimmy was no longer afraid of policemen.
Because our new refrigerator was taller than our old one, I told my wife I’d have to cut away part of an overhanging cabinet to make it fit.
Not wanting to mess it up, I called a local radio home-fix-it program for advice. I was in the middle of getting the instructions when my wife burst into the room.
“You won’t believe this,” she said, “but there’s a guy on the radio with the same problem!”
At my granddaughter’s wedding reception, the DJ polled the guests to see who had been married longest. It turned out to be my husband and me. The DJ asked us, “What advice would you give to the newly married couple?”
I said, “The three most important words in a marriage are, ‘You’re probably right.'”
Everyone then looked at my husband. He said, “She’s probably right.”