During the 'rush hour' at Houston's Hobby Airport, my
flight was delayed due to a mechanical problem. Since they needed the gate for
another flight, the aircraft was backed away from the gate while the
maintenance crew worked on it. We were then told the new gate number, which was
some distance away. Everyone moved to the new gate, only to find that a third
gate had been designated for us.
After some further shuffling, everyone got on board, and
as we were settling in, the flight attendant made the standard announcement,
"We apologize for the inconvenience of this last-minute gate change. This
flight is going to Washington, D.C. If your destination is not Washington,
D.C., then you should deplane at this time."
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I was playing tooth fairy when my daughter suddenly woke
up. Seeing the money in my hand, she cried out, "I caught you!"
I froze and tried to think of an explanation for why I,
instead of the tooth fairy, was putting the money under the pillow - but her
next words let me off the hook.
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A researcher arrives in Borneo to gather data for his thesis. Accompanied by his trusty guide, he seeks out a very remote locale for researching the mating behaviour of the giant rat of Sumatra.
Around dusk of the first day, he's sitting by the campfire with his guide when in the distance, he hears tribal drums. They get louder. The guide announces, "I don't like the sound of those drums."
The dusk turns evening. The drums get louder. The guide says, "I really don't like the sound of those drums."
Evening turns to dead of night. The drums get louder and louder, until it is obvious that the drummers must be quite close. The guide says again, "I really don't like the sound of those drums."
Suddenly the drums stop, and a voice from the darkness cries out, "Hey man, he's not our regular drummer!"
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