Mean woman
I was on my way out of the house to meet with a cantankerous client, and I was dreading it. The look on my face must have given me away because my five-year-old daughter asked what was wrong.
“I’m going to meet a mean woman who always yells at Daddy,” I told her.
“Oh,” she said. “Say hi to Mom.”
Application
A customer walked into our insurance office looking for a quote. But first I had to lead her through a litany of questions, including: “Marital status?”
“Well,” she began, “I guess you could say we’re happy-as happy as most other couples nowadays.”
“Family Album”
I come from a large family, five sisters and three brothers.
My sisters and I were looking through the family photo album one day. Picture after picture, we were all dressed in matching clothes. I asked my mother why she dressed us all alike, right down to the baby.
She explained, “When we had just four children, I dressed you alike so we wouldn’t lose any of you. Then,” she added, looking at the pictures in the album, “when the other five came along, I started dressing you alike so we won’t pick up any that didn’t belong to us.”
