“Government”
A zoning board had just been set up in a new community. A homeowner went to the office to request permission to build a small tool shed in his backyard.
“Do you have a plan?” asked the director.
“Oh, yes,” said the owner, who showed him a map of his neighborhood, the dimension of his yard, and a sketch of the shed.
“That looks fine,” said the director. He pulled out a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it, copied it, and said, “Here’s your permission.”
A month later, a neighbor in exactly the same situation also wanted permission for a shed in her yard. She went to the director, got as far as a secretary, and made her request. “Thank you, Mrs. Smith,” said the secretary, taking the documents. “Telephone me in two weeks and I’ll let you know what the director’s decision is, or what further steps are necessary.”
“But,” groaned Mrs. Smith, “a month ago my neighbor got permission right away.”
“Oh, yes,” said the secretary, “but that was before we finally got organized.”
Great Writer
There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.
When asked to define “great,” he said, “I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream in disbelief, cry in despair, howl in pain, and vent their anger in ways they’ve never dreamed of!”
He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.
Ventriloquist
A young ventriloquist is touring through South Africa and stops to entertain at a small town in the Free State . He’s going through his usual stupid jokes, when a big fellow in the audience stands up and says, “I’ve heard just about enough of your pathetic jokes, you suggest we’re all stupid here. We ain’t all stupid here in the Free State.”
Flustered, the ventriloquist begins to apologize, when the big guy interrupts him, “You stay out of this Boet, I’m talking to that funny little guy sitting on your knee.”
