Meeting the Neighbors
My quiet Saturday morning ended abruptly when my 12-year-old son, Billy, and one of his friends burst through the door.
“Hey dad,” announced Billy, “have you met the new neighbors?”
“Come on, dad. You have to meet them!”
“Some other time. I’m busy.”
“Dad, you have to meet them now!”
From the urgency in Billy’s voice, I assumed the neighbors were waiting outside. I set aside my project and went to the front of the house. No one was there.
“Where are they?” I asked.
“Well, dad,” he explained, “we haven’t met them yet either, but our football is in their living room!”
Can’t Go to Church
Two men were fishing on a lake, feeling guilty that it was a Sunday morning and they were not attending church. Even worse, the fish were not biting.
The first guy eventually says, “I should have stayed home and gone to church.”
To which the other angler replied, “I couldn’t have gone to church anyhow. My wife is sick in bed.”
A woman walks in a store to return a pair of eyeglasses that she had purchased for her husband a week before. “What seems to be the problem, madam?”
“I’m returning these glasses I bought for my husband. He’s still not seeing things my way.”