To: Bella_Bru
Somewhere in Syria, tired and broke, Saddam and his two sons are pounding the pavement, looking for work. They see a sign that says Tanbuls Employment Agency. Saddam tells the boys to wait outside, and he walks in.
Istanbul here?
What can I do for you?
I Saudi sign outside. I need a job.
Kuwait a minute. Here is my assistant, Aviv. Tel-Aviv your job history. What can you do?
Do? Ha! Iran Iraq.
That Israel bad. Please, sit down on that Afghan. Would you like an almond?
Jordan?
Of course. We had Turkey for lunch, but its gone.
Too bad. I am a little Hungary.
Lets get to your qualifications. Are you computer literate? Do you speak other languages?
Well, Qusay and Uday sold some stuff on E-Bay.
No, Pig-Latin wont help. There arent many jobs available.
Are you serious?
Close. Syrian.
Would you relocate. How about Beirut?
Overrated. Lou Gehrig was better.
Do you have any friends in Palestine?
Yassir.
Could you give me their names?
Yassir.
You are getting to be a pain in Damascus. What did you actually do in your last job?
The usuallie, cheat, steal, rape.
Ah, now were getting somewhere. You sound like a demo-freaking-crat. Pardon my tmesis.
Look, do you have a job for me or not. Amman must eat to live.
Well, there is an assistant checkout boy at the local non-Piggly Wiggly.
Medical benefits?
No doctors, but, if your back aches, there is a Cairo practor.
Ill take it."
Saddam walks outside, and asks his sons, What does an assistant checkout boy do?
They answer simultaneously: He puts groceries in a Baghdad.
29 posted on 04/14/2003 7:49 AM CDT by TruthShallSetYouFree