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short stories frm Readers digest ,March 2004
Aug 18, 2017 12:12:51   #
badbobby Loc: texas
 
I work in a computer support center for a large auto parts distributor.
When I came back from lunch one day ,I had a note to call a customer named Bubba at a parts store in Texas.A man answered "Auto parts,this is Dave"
"May I speak to Bubba,"I asked.
"That's me,he replied,'Dave is my nickname"


The trouble with being a land-lord?
Tenants!!
-Especially ones who write letters like these:

"Our toilet is blocked,and we can't bathe the children until it is cleared"

"This to let you know that there is a smell coming from the man next door"

"I request your permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen"

"Will you please send someone to mend our cracked side-walk?Yesterday my wife tripped on it and she is now pregnant"





Running late for a job interview at a men's fashion company,I grabbed a white dress shirt that I didn't have time to iron.
The interview went well until near the end."Just a word of advice "said my interviewer."You might want to iron your shirt before your next interview".
I held up the back of my shirt collar,revealing the tag.On it was the name of that very clothing company,and the words "Wrinkle Free"
I got the job!




Every one has priorities.When a guest at my hotel suffered a massive heart attack in our restaurant,I immediately initiated CPR,keeping him alive until medics arrived.
As they rushed the man to the hospital,his lunch partner approached me and held out her hand.I gripped it firmly,expecting thanks.But I found a parking ticket instead
"Do you folks validate"? she asked



It was a particularly busy day at the bank.After a glance at the waiting line of customers,a harried looking man came up to the side counter and demanded,"What do I do to change the address on my account?"
Without missing a beat,the clerk replied"Move!!"



A farmer called my veterinary office and asked me to make a house call.Because the road was closed to his farm,he parked his ancient pick-up in a field for me to drive the rest of the way.
But once behind the wheel,I realized the breaks didn't work.The truck sped toward the stable,crossed the yard,into the barn,and embedded it's self in a gigantic haystack.
Sweating,I crawled out and apologized ."Don't worry"said the farmer."That's the way I stop it too!"

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