Myrddin had gotten a part time job at the Post Office and the supervisor there had been warned that he was somewhat of a dullard, but the supervisor took a liking to him and agreed to let Myrddin help him. If nothing else, he would be an extra set of hands.
The supervisor gives Myrddin the job of sorting, and much to everyone’s surprise, Myrddin separated the letters so fast that his motions were literally a blur.
Extremely pleased by this, the supervisor approached Myrddin at the end of the day. “I just want you to know,” he said, “that we’re all very proud of you. You’re one of the fastest workers we have ever had.”
“Thank you,” said Myrddin, “and tomorrow I’ll try to do even better.”
“Better?” the supervisor asked with astonishment. “How can you possibly do better?”
Myrddin replied, “Tomorrow I am going to read the addresses.”
A number of years ago my wife and I were living in
Some friends came from
This couple had twin boys about the age of 5 and as we passed the cemetery one of the boys said,
“Look at all those birth stones.”
Helping Your Father
A clergyman is walking down a country lane and sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off.
“You look hot, my son,” said the cleric. “Why don’t you rest a moment and I’ll give you a hand”?
“No, thanks,” said the young man. “My father wouldn’t like it.”
“Don’t be silly,” the minister said.
“Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water.”
Again, the young man protested that his father would be upset.
Losing his patience, the clergyman said, “Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I’ll give him a piece of my mind!”
“Well,” replied the young farmer. “He’s under the load of hay.”