Two interesting jokes
Got these via e-mail. There's a sermon illustration seed in each of them.
On an unrelated note, for me it is officially winter now. Feeling the cold. Going to be interesting to fly into very hot weather next week....
Office Party
The workers in a large office were making secret plans to stage a big office party for the 70-year old cleaning woman who had spent the better part of her life with the company.
Somehow the secret leaked out and the woman got wind of it.
Much perturbed, she rushed to the office manager. "Please sir," she cried, "Do not let them do it! Do not let them do it!"
"Oh, come now, Mrs. Smith, you must not be so modest. After all, they simply want to show how much you are
appreciated."
"Appreciated, my foot," exclaimed the woman. "I am not going to clean up after a mess like that!"
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of that great fictional detective, Sherlock Holmes, reportedly tells the story of the time he went on vacation and had climbed into a taxi cab in Paris. Before Doyle could utter a word, the driver turns to him and asks, "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"
The famous author was flabbergasted. He asked the cab driver if they had ever met before. They had not.
It was, in fact, the first time they had laid eyes on each other. "Then how the blazes did you know it was me?" Doyle asked.
The cab driver said, "This morning's paper had a story about you being on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi stand where people who travel to Paris from Marseilles usually arrive at. Your skin color tells me you have been on vacation. The spot of ink on your index finger suggests that you are most likely a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French or German. Adding all these clues together, I deduced that you are Arthur Conan Doyle."
"Good show! Well done!" exclaimed Doyle. "You are a real-life counterpart to my own Mr. Sherlock Holmes!"
"There is one other thing," the driver adds.
"What is that?"
"Your name is on the front of your suitcase."
- from Mark's Musings
On an unrelated note, for me it is officially winter now. Feeling the cold. Going to be interesting to fly into very hot weather next week....
Office Party
The workers in a large office were making secret plans to stage a big office party for the 70-year old cleaning woman who had spent the better part of her life with the company.
Somehow the secret leaked out and the woman got wind of it.
Much perturbed, she rushed to the office manager. "Please sir," she cried, "Do not let them do it! Do not let them do it!"
"Oh, come now, Mrs. Smith, you must not be so modest. After all, they simply want to show how much you are
appreciated."
"Appreciated, my foot," exclaimed the woman. "I am not going to clean up after a mess like that!"
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of that great fictional detective, Sherlock Holmes, reportedly tells the story of the time he went on vacation and had climbed into a taxi cab in Paris. Before Doyle could utter a word, the driver turns to him and asks, "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"
The famous author was flabbergasted. He asked the cab driver if they had ever met before. They had not.
It was, in fact, the first time they had laid eyes on each other. "Then how the blazes did you know it was me?" Doyle asked.
The cab driver said, "This morning's paper had a story about you being on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi stand where people who travel to Paris from Marseilles usually arrive at. Your skin color tells me you have been on vacation. The spot of ink on your index finger suggests that you are most likely a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French or German. Adding all these clues together, I deduced that you are Arthur Conan Doyle."
"Good show! Well done!" exclaimed Doyle. "You are a real-life counterpart to my own Mr. Sherlock Holmes!"
"There is one other thing," the driver adds.
"What is that?"
"Your name is on the front of your suitcase."
- from Mark's Musings
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