October 21 Humor

I was applying for a job. The person interviewing me asked how many words per minute I typed. I answered that, “Well, it depends on my mood… I did not get that job.”

Teaching freshman English at college in New York I have very strict about grammar and punctuation. One day as we read the works of the modern poet, a young woman seemed puzzled. “How come he uses capital letters in the middle of the sentence and misspells some of the words?” She asked. “That’s called poetic license,” I explained. “Oh,” she replied. “How can I apply for one.”

“Who will your wife vote for?” “She will vote his I do.” “And whom will you vote for?” “Well, I haven’t talked it over with my wife yet.”