Santa had arrived early at the stadium for the first cricket game of the series between local rival teams only to realize that he had left his ticket at home. Not wanting to miss any of the first inning, he went to the ticket booth and got in a long line for another seat. After an hour's wait he was just a few feet from the booth when a voice called out, "Hey, Banta!" He looked up, stepped out of line and tried to find the owner of the voice-with no success.Then he realized he
Santa stormed up to the front desk of the library and said, "I have a complaint!" "Yes, Sir ?" said the librarian looking up at him. "I borrowed a book last week and it was horrible!" Puzzled by his complain the librarian asked "What was wrong with it?" "It had way too many characters and there was no plot whatsoever!" said Santa. The librarian nodded and said, "Ahhh. So you must be the person who took our phone book."
Frederick II, the eighteenth-century King of Prussia, fancied himself an enlightened monarch, and in some respects he was. On one occasion he is supposed to have interested himself in conditions in the Berlin prison and was escorted through it so that he might speak to the prisoners. One after the other, the prisoners fell to their knees before him, bewailing their lot and, predictably, protesting their utter innocence of all charges that had been brought against them.
An Airline starts a new concept... Chef on Board. This demanding passenger walks into a plane and tells the hostess, "Lemme get a cheeseburger, not too rare, not too well done, but right in the groove.
"Lemme get some fries, not too crispy, not too burnt, but right in the groove.
"And while you're at it, throw in a shake, not too thin, not too thick, but right in groove."
The hostess took down the order and came back five minutes later and told the man:
"The chef said you can kiss his ass, not to the left, not to the right, but right in the groove.