Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Where's My Newspaper




















"WHERE IS MY SUNDAY PAPER?” the irate lady loudly demanded over the phone to the clerk at the newspaper office.

"Madam", said the newspaper employee, "today is Saturday.  The Sunday paper is not delivered until tomorrow, on SUNDAY".

There was quite a long pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a ray of recognition as she was heard to mutter, “Well, shit, that explains why no one was at church either.”

I'm glad I'm not getting old like her.  I would hate to...uh...give me a minute...uh...what was the question again?

9 comments:

Unknown said...

I swear that's a picture of MY Mother!! (And if it isn't, then the lady in the photograph has stolen my Mother's knack for selective reasoning.)

Momma Fargo said...

Ha. I resemble that.

Ducky said...

Hell thats me already!

T. Roger Thomas said...

Haha

The Spaghetti Westerner said...

Haha! Thanks for the laugh.

Unknown said...

Thanks for the Thursday laugh!
~AM

themajessty said...

And I wonder why I want to move out as soon as possible. :D

Ed said...

Ha. You are so old you fart dust.

Sandra said...

haha! You aren't getting old like her! What are you anyway? Like 38?
BTW, I'm not quitting nursing school, but my schedule is a lot lighter this semester so I have to keep busy or else my husband will be begging me to hit him over the head with the round top shovel and bury him in the backyard, and since I still have a mortgage and need him to pay it, it's crucial I continue to have "projects."