Gerald and I went into a local restaurant and the hostess asked, "Table or booth?"
Gerald said, "John Wilkes."
The young woman said, "Hunh? I don't understand."
Gerald said, "You know, John Wilkes BOOTHE?"
She answered, "I don't know who that is."
I said, "You know, the one who assassinated President Lincoln."
She said, "Oh, I don't know anything about that."
I said, "It was in all the papers." Obviously unaware that I was striving for humor, she answered, "Really?"
Oh, please tell me, HOW could a person old enough to serve liquor NOT know who the Hell John Wilkes Boothe was?
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