Subject: Blonde's Commute
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Aug 28 2001 - 09:33:23 EDT
"Blonde's Commute"
Jill came home from her first day commuting
into the city. Her mother noticed she was looking
a little peaked and asked, "Honey, are you feeling
all right?"
"Not really," Jill replied. "I'm nauseous from
sitting backward on the train."
"Poor dear," Mom said. "Why didn't you ask the
person sitting across from you to switch seats
for a while?"
"I couldn't," replied Jill, "there was no one there."
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"Women and Cars.."
A few years ago the battery in my beat-up VW
Beetle had died because I left the lights on
overnight. I was in a hurry to get to work on time
so I ran into the house to get my wife to give me
a hand to start the car. I told her to get into our
second car, a prehistoric oversized gas guzzler,
and use it to push my car fast enough to start it.
I pointed out to her that because the VW had an
automatic transmission, it needed to be pushed
at least 30mph for it to start.
She said "fine!" hopped into her car and drove off.
I sat there fuming wondering what she could be
doing.
A minute passed by and when I saw her in the
rear-view mirror coming at me at about 40 mph,
I suddenly realized that I should have been a bit
clearer with my directions...
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