A slight variation on an old classic:<\/p>\n
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips when she saw an elderly woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. “What’s in the bag?” asked the old woman.<\/p>\n
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine. Got it for my husband.”<\/p>\n
The woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said, “Good trade.”<\/p>\n
Fear is being stuck in heavy traffic and you just had two cups of coffee and a bran muffin.<\/p>\n
I was pretty sure we\u2019d had this one before so I looked for it on the Befouled site. Yes, we had it before on 1 May 2011 except that time it was \u201cSmith\u201d who lost a mere \u00a0$500 on a single hand and \u201cRippington\u201d who won the privilege of telling Mrs Smith. I guess that\u2019s inflation for you?<\/p>\n
Six retired Floridians play high stakes poker in the condo clubhouse.<\/p>\n
A member of the group, Meiers, loses $5,000 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.<\/p>\n
Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five finish playing the hand standing up.<\/p>\n
Finkelstein looks around and asks, “So, who’s gonna’ tell his wife?”<\/p>\n
They cut the cards, and Goldberg “wins” the duty. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, not to make a bad situation any worse.<\/p>\n
“Discreet? I’m the most discreet person you’ll ever meet. Discretion is my middle name,” he says. Leave it to me.”<\/p>\n
Goldberg goes over to the Meiers’ apartment and knocks on the door. Meiers\u2019 wife answers and asks what he wants.<\/p>\n
Goldberg declares, “Your husband just lost $5,000 playing poker, and is afraid to come home.”<\/p>\n
“Tell him to drop dead!” says the wife.<\/p>\n
“Will do,” he says<\/p>\n
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A slight variation on an old classic: Sally was driving home from one of her business trips when she saw an elderly woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the woman if she would like a ride. With a … <\/p>\n