Dylan is in a queue at the Supermarket when he notices that the rather dishy blonde behind him has just raised her hand
and is giving him a big 'hello'
.
He is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him, and although her face is vaguely familiar, Dylan can't
place where he might know her from, so he says, 'Sorry, do you know me?'
She
replies, 'I may be mistaken, but I thought you might be the father of one of my children'
Dylan's
mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been unfaithful, 'Blimey!'
he says, 'Did
we meet on Frank's
stag do in Newport? Dylan continued, 'When I got out of the police station and got back to the hotel room you had gone.'
No, 'she replies, 'I'm your son's
English Teacher'.
Cedric watched as a woman at his supermarket shopped with a three-year-old girl. As they approached the sweet section the little girl
asked for some liquorice sticks and her mother told her, 'No'
. The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss. The mother said softly, 'Now Cindy, our shopping is going well, Don't
be upset.........we'll soon be out of here.'
Presently, they came to the aisle where the ice cream was on offer and the little girl began to ask for an ice lolly. When told she couldn't
have one she began to
cry. The mother said gently, 'There, there, Cindy, don't
cry. Only two more aisles to go and then we'll be at the check out'
.
When they got to the conveyer belt the little girl immediately began to
demand sweets next to the checkout. Finally she threw a tantrum when her mother would not let her have any sweets. The mother, calmed her saying, 'Cindy, we'll be through this queue in two minutes and
then we can go home and have a glass of squash and a nap.'
Cedric followed them out to the car park and stopped the woman to compliment her on her child management.
'I couldn't
help
admiring how patient you were with little Cindy,' Cedric said.
The mother turned and replied, 'Oh, no, I'm Cindy. My little girl's
name is Dorothy.
This is how to find your wife, even in the busiest supermarket. Follow these
four point
instructions, the technique never fails.
Have a look around at the shoppers, then walk up to the prettiest girl
in the store.
Say to her, 'Excuse me, can you help me? I cannot see my wife, and I know that she is
here in the supermarket somewhere.
Can you just talk to me for a couple of minutes?'
The pretty girl will ask: 'Why?'
You reply: 'Because every time I talk to a beautiful woman, my wife
materialises out of thin air.'
An old lady with a shopping trolley packed to the gunnels is waiting
patiently in the checkout queue. To pass the time she engaged the man
behind her in conversation.
'Please could you help me load my groceries on to the belt?' She asks
him.
The young man was pleased to assist the woman. 'May ask what's your name' she
said'. He told her was called Brett.
Then the old lady cracked up and began crying. 'Not only are you the
spitting image of my son who was killed in Iraq', she blubbered, 'But also you are
called Brett - the same as him.' Eventually the little old lady
pulled herself together, and between the two of them, they put all her items on
the belt and through the
checkout. She mumbled something to the check-out assistant, and shuffled
off out of the store and into the sunset.
Brett was in a bit of a daze; more so after he put his half dozen
items through the checkout, only to be confronted with a bill for $257.82.
When Brett queried the
total with the assistant, she said that his mother whispered that he would be
only too happy
to pay for her groceries as well.
My new friend, Lorna, was the person in front of me at the Tesco Extra
supermarket checkout counter in North Harbour, Portsmouth. Having forgotten her
credit card, Lorna had written out a cheque for her purchases and was waiting
for the cashier to complete the transaction.
The cashier was a fine looking young man named Richard, [according to his
name badge] and instead of dealing with Lorna promptly cited 'company policy' -
he asked Lorna for proof of identity.
Lorna was flabbergasted and looked totally astounded. Eventually she managed
to squeak, 'But Richard, I'm your mother.'
While waiting for my wife, Paula, at the checkout at Waitrose supermarket in
Marmion Road, Southsea, I noticed that someone had left behind a broom.
When no one came back in looking for it, I nipped outside to search for a
couple I remembered seeing at the cashier's desk. I spotted them getting into
their car and hurried over.
'Excuse me,' I said to the young woman, 'but did you by any chance leave a
broom inside?'
'No,' she replied quickly and with a winning smile, 'we came by car.'
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