I have a comb--I just can't part with it.
“How much does it cost to have an obituary printed?” asked the caller.
“It’s five dollars a word, ma’am” said the newspaper guy.
“Fine,” said the woman. “Get a pencil and some paper, then take this down:
MacTavish, dead.”
The reporter waited for the woman to go on.
Nothing.
“That’s it?” he asked.
“That’s it,” she said.
“I’m sorry, I should have told you ma’am, and there’s a five-word minimum.”
“Yes, you should have, young man,” snapped the woman. “Alright, let me think.
Okay, I’ve got it. Take this down: MacTavish, dead. Bagpipes for sale.”
Mujibar was trying to get a job in India.
The Personnel Manager said, ‘Mujibar, you have passed all the tests, except one.
Unless you pass it , you cannot qualify for this job.’
Mujibar said, ‘I am ready.’
The manager said, ‘Make a sentence using the words Yellow, Pink, and Green .’
Mujibar thought for a few minutes and said, ‘Mister manager, I am ready.’
The manager said, ‘Go ahead.’
Mujibar said, ‘The telephone goes green, green, and I pink it up, and say, Yellow,
this is Mujibar.’
Mujibar now works at a call center.
No doubt you have spoken to him. I know I have.