November 15th Humor

@ The first person to make a mountain out of a molehill was probably a real estate agent.

A salesman rang the bell of a suburban home. The door was opened by a nine-year-old boy puffing on a long black cigar. Hiding his amazement, salesman asked the young man, “Is your mother home?”   The boy took the cigar out of his mouth, flicked the ashes on the floor and asked, “What do you think?”

@ When I was a college junior, my roommate and I climbed Mount Whitney. It took three days to get to the top and back, and we returned home completely exhausted. Visiting my parents soon after the grueling hike, I walked into our living room, where they were conversing with the neighbor. I told them every detail of my treck: how high the mountain was, how steep the trail and how we fought fatigue and altitude sickness all the way. “I know how difficult it is,” our neighbor said, “I took my Brownie troop there last year.”