“First Job Hunting”
Recently, our 18-year-old daughter started hunting for her first real job. She spent an afternoon filling out applications, leaving them on the kitchen table to finish later. As I walked by, a section of the application on top jumped out at me. Under “Previous Employment” she wrote, “Baby sitting.”
In answer to “Reason for Leaving” she wrote, “Parents came home.”
Window Talk
Dad’s pager went off, summoning him to the hospital, where he is an anesthetist. As he raced toward the hospital, a patrol car sped up behind him–lights flashing. Dad hung his stethoscope out the window to signal that he was on an emergency call.
Within seconds, came the police officer’s hand in response, dangling a pair of handcuffs out the window.
Where’s Your Pa?
A farm boy accidentally overturned a wagon of corn on the road. A nearby farmer saw the accident and went over to have a look and found the boy trying to right the tipped wagon.
“Hey Chris,” the farmer said. “Forget your troubles for a spell. It’s late. Come have dinner with us. I’ll help you with that wagon after we eat.”
“That’s mighty nice of you, but Pa won’t like that,” Chris replied.
“Aw, come on, son. Take a break,” the farmer insisted.
“Well, okay,” the boy finally agreed. “But Pa won’t like it.”
After a hearty meal, Chris thanked the farmer. “I feel a lot better now, but I just know that Pa will be upset.”
“Nonsense,” the farmer said. “Where is your pa anyway”?
“Under the wagon.”
