Archive for July, 2014

Fun at the Post Of­fice

A young man ap­par­ent­ly cuts the line at the PO.

Old Ital­ian: Hey, there’s a line here bud­dy.
Young guy: I wait­ed al­ready, I got mon­ey or­ders.
Old Ital­ian: I did­n’t see you any­where near the line.
Young guy: I got mon­ey or­ders be­fore and now I’m mail­ing them.
Old Ital­ian: We’ve all got or­ders. Geez, no one wants to wait on line any more. And now the guy’s serv­ing him.
Young guy: Shut up.
Old Ital­ian: Ah, get lost, you id­iot. If I was five years younger I would put you up against the wall.
Postal Work­er: Next.
Old Ital­ian: How much to send this ex­press mail?
Postal Work­er: $13.65.
Old Ital­ian: Maron.

–Ben­son­hurst

The lan­guage of chick­ens

Mid­dle-aged Man: “you know how peo­ple all over the world, chi­nese, african, what­ev­er, they look dif­fer­ent”
Mid­dle-aged woman: ““well no mat­ter where you go the chick­ens of the world, they look the same, ever thought about that”
Mid­dle-aged Man: “I won­der if they speak the same lan­guage?”

– Mc­Don­ald’s, by the cor­ner of Hous­ton & Hud­son