In conversation with two men yesterday the following stories came to light.
An elderly man was asked if he were a farmer. He replied: “I don’t have a flowerpot”.
The other person recalled a story he was told by a former bus conductor: “The conductor had an altercation with a ‘snooty style’ woman. She told him in no uncertain terms that it was she who paid his wages. He looked at her, placed his hand gently on her shoulder and gently said: 'Madam I’ve wanted to have had a chat with you for a long time’."
Is there anything as good as wit?
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