Thursday Special ~ A half or a Whole
A man walked into the produce section of a Dublin Supermarket and asked to buy a half head of lettuce.
The boy working in that department told him they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter.
Walking into the back storeroom the boy said to the manager, “Some butt hole out there wants to buy a half head of lettuce.” As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added,” And this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half.”
The manager approved of the deal and the man went on his way. Later the manager said to the boy,” I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?”
“I’m from Cork, Sir.”
“Well, why did you leave Cork?” the manager asked.
The boy said,” There’s nothing but prostitutes and football players down there, sir.”
“Really, says the manager,” My wife is from Cork.”
“No foolin’” replied the boy.” Who’d she play for?”
steph said,
February 28, 2008 at 9:08 am
Brilliant!
Grannymar
Niall said,
February 28, 2008 at 9:45 am
You shouldn’t be posting stuff like that at a time when there’s a risk that some one is drinking from a hot cup of coffee
Ian said,
February 28, 2008 at 2:18 pm
Grannymar,
I once told a story about Manorhamilton, Co Leitrim at a dinner, only for a grey suited man opposite me to say his wife was from there. It got worse when the MC introduced the grey suited man as Lieutenant General and former chief of staff of the defence forces - a moment when the ground opening up would have been welcome
Grannymar said,
February 28, 2008 at 4:10 pm
Hi folks, the bird has landed in Dublin. I will try not to tell stories likr Ian does!
Baino said,
February 28, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Haha . . nice example of foot in mouth disease. Glad you made the trip GrannyMar . . have a blast!
Quickroute said,
February 28, 2008 at 8:02 pm
Ha Ha, very funny! - enjoy ‘The Big Smoke’ !
Dorothy Stahlnecker said,
February 28, 2008 at 8:52 pm
That was the best…..I’m still laughing and I needed that as I begin to pull clumps of hair from my soon to be bald head…uhg…
Funny…..
Dorothy from grammology
remember to call gram
http://www.grammology.com
Nick said,
February 28, 2008 at 9:22 pm
Nice one! I wish I was one of those people with a knack of wriggling out of awkward situations but unfortunately I’m more the speechless with embarrassment and wanting to vanish type….
Wisewebwoman said,
February 28, 2008 at 10:24 pm
Welcome to Dub, GM and I love this joke, being from Cork ‘n all……
Congrats on the nom, you sooooo deserve it. I will be rooting for you!
XO
WWW
Grannymar said,
February 28, 2008 at 10:35 pm
Thanks everyone, am resting after my journey. Wonderful to have dinner made for me.
chrisb said,
February 28, 2008 at 11:01 pm
That is so funny ~ I’m off to Dublin on Saturday evening to stay with my daughter!
Grannymar said,
February 29, 2008 at 8:56 am
Chris will we see you at the awards? Enjoy your stay.
Will said,
March 1, 2008 at 12:12 am
But I don’t play football.
Oh yeah, you can leave the money on the dresser.
Grannymar said,
March 1, 2008 at 1:28 pm
WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was our secret.
Buzz Killington said,
October 14, 2008 at 10:33 am
I’m not sure how many people in Dublin/from Cork would ever dare utter the phrase ‘butt-hole’
Grannymar said,
October 14, 2008 at 10:41 am
Welcome Buzz
There always has to be a first for everything!
Peter said,
November 8, 2008 at 2:20 pm
As a Dub who used to work in Cork, I love this!
Keep up the good work…
Grannymar said,
November 8, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Hi Peter,
Welcome to the blog and thanks for your comment.