Admitting
A husband and wife were involved in a petty argument, both of them unwilling to admit they might be in error.
“I’ll admit I’m wrong,” the wife told her husband in a conciliatory attempt, “if you’ll admit I’m right.”
He agreed and, like a gentleman, insisted she go first.
“I’m wrong,” she said.
With a twinkle in his eye, he responded, “You’re right!”
Indicator
When a patient was wheeled into our emergency room, I was the nurse on duty. “On a scale of zero to ten,” I asked her, “with zero representing no pain and ten representing excruciating pain, what would you say your pain level is now?”
She shook her head. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m not good with math.”
From home
While I was dining out with my children, a friend of my neighbor, who recognized us, came over to our table, and we started talking.
He asked where my kids go to school. I told him we home-schooled them.
With a raised eyebrow, he asked if my husband is the sole breadwinner for our family.
I said, “No, I also work… but out of our home.”
Then, noticing our two-month-old son, he mentioned that his daughter had just had a baby, and he wondered what hospital our son was born in.
“He was born at home,” I answered.
The man looked at me and said, “You don’t get out much, do you?”
Cost of living
Recently launched into the “real world” and shocked by the expenses that came with it, my brother was complaining about the high cost of auto insurance.
“If you got married,” teased my dad, “the premium would be much lower.”
My brother smiled and said, “Dad, that would be like buying an airline just to get free peanuts.”
