"Dad, I am hungry."
"Hi Hungry, I'm Dad."
"Dad, I'm serious."
"I thought you were Hungry?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nope, I'm Dad."
Those of us who worked at the front desk of a convention hotel in Williamsburg, Va., prided ourselves on making the guests feel special. When someone arrived at reception, credit card in hand, we would sneak a peek at it and address him by name.
Once during a particularly busy check-in, one of our guests presented a corporate credit card. "Welcome to Williamsburg, Mr. Bell," the desk clerk said.
"Oh, please," the man replied, "call me Taco."
My wife said last night: "You treat our marriage like it's some sort of game."
Unfortunately, this cost her 12 points and a bonus chance.
What should you do if you are addicted to seaweed?
Sea-kelp!