7 July 2013 – Amusements

A slight variation on an old classic:

Sally was driving home from one of her business trips when she saw an elderly woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. “What’s in the bag?” asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, “It’s a bottle of wine. Got it for my husband.”

The woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said, “Good trade.”


Fear is being stuck in heavy traffic and you just had two cups of coffee and a bran muffin.


I was pretty sure we’d had this one before so I looked for it on the Befouled site. Yes, we had it before on 1 May 2011 except that time it was “Smith” who lost a mere  $500 on a single hand and “Rippington” who won the privilege of telling Mrs Smith. I guess that’s inflation for you?

Six retired Floridians play high stakes poker in the condo clubhouse.

A member of the group, Meiers, loses $5,000 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.

Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five finish playing the hand standing up.

Finkelstein looks around and asks, “So, who’s gonna’ tell his wife?”

They cut the cards, and Goldberg “wins” the duty. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, not to make a bad situation any worse.

“Discreet? I’m the most discreet person you’ll ever meet. Discretion is my middle name,” he says. Leave it to me.”

Goldberg goes over to the Meiers’ apartment and knocks on the door. Meiers’ wife answers and asks what he wants.

Goldberg declares, “Your husband just lost $5,000 playing poker, and is afraid to come home.”

“Tell him to drop dead!” says the wife.

“Will do,” he says