Paying the Bill
A patient at the dental office where I was a receptionist stopped by my desk to pay her bill. She began rummaging through her purse, as so many patients did when they had a check to write.
“Do you need a pen?” I asked, offering her the use of mine.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied. She took it, put it in her handbag, and proceeded to pay in cash.
Not a Sensitive Response
Our manager at the restaurant where I worked was a friendly, jovial man, but there was one subject you didn’t dare discuss in front of him: his height, or rather, his lack of it. He was very short and apparently sensitive about the subject.
One day he stormed through the kitchen doors and announced angrily, “Someone just picked my pocket!”
Everyone was speechless, except for one waitress who couldn’t help herself as she blurted out, “How could anyone stoop so low?”
Misunderstanding What He Said
When my husband, Mark, took his beat-up pickup truck to our insurance agent for a pre-insurance inspection, the teen-age receptionist was sent to look over the truck. Armed with a checklist and a few simple questions, she breezed through the chore. She asked, “What are the age and make of the vehicle?”
Mark replied, “It’s a ’65 Ford.” Apologetic about its desperate condition, he added, “It’s an old fossil.”
Inside, the office assistant entered the data into her computer and frowned. “Is there a problem?” asked Mark.
“Mr. Evans, our computers have a lot of automotive data,” she explained, “but it’s never heard of a Ford Fossil.”
James (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read, “The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.”
Concerned, James asked, “What happened to the flea?”