A man was known among his friends to be very brief and to the point – he really
never said too much.
One day, a saleswoman promoting a certain brand of cosmetics knocked on his door
and asked to see his wife. The man told her that his wife wasn’t home.
“Well,” replied the saleswoman, “could I please wait for her?” The man directed
her to the living room and left her there for more than three hours.
The saleswoman was getting really worried, so she called out to the man and
asked, “May I know where your wife is?”
“She went to the cemetery,” he replied.
“And when is she returning?”
“I don’t really know,” he said. “She’s been there eleven years now.”
[forwarded by Jerry Lambert]
Laughter is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside.