Scene: A man applying for credit
at a department store.
Clerk: What do you do for a living?
Man: I’m a tree trimmer.
Clerk: So what do you do after Christmas?
In the Moreno Valley (Calif.) Recycler:
"Homing pigeons free to good home. Must live far, far away."
I’d noticed that my 60-year-old father seemed to be losing his hearing, so I mentioned it to my mother.
"Things haven’t changed that much," she said. "Only difference is, before, he didn’t listen. Now, he can’t."
A small boy turned to his Aunt Mildred and said, "Wow, you're not pretty!"
His mother overheard the remark and was appalled. She took him aside and gave him a real telling-off before ordering him to go back out to say sorry to Aunt Mildred.
Suitably chastened, the boy went over and said quietly, "Aunt Mildred, I'm sorry you're not pretty."