Subject: Catsup
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Sat Jan 13 2001 - 00:11:05 EST
"Catsup"
A woman was trying hard to get the catsup to
come out of the jar. During her struggle, the
phone rang so she asked her four-year old
daughter to answer the phone.
"It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her
mother. Then she added., "Mommy can't come
to the phone to talk to you right now. She's
hitting the bottle."
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"Daddy, Mommy, the Policeman and the Fireman..."
The boss of a big company needed to call one of
his employees about an urgent problem with one
of the main computers. He dialed the employees
home phone number and was greeted with a child's
whispered on the first ring, "Hello?"
Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk
to a youngster the boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?"
"Yes.", whispered the small voice. May I talk with
him?" the man asked. To the surprise of the boss,
the small voice whispered, "No."
Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your
Mommy there?" "Yes." came the answer. "May I talk
with her?" Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Knowing that it was not likely that a young child
would be left home alone, the boss decided he
would just leave a message with the person who
should be there watching over the child. "Is there
any one there besides you?", the boss asked the
child. "Yes", whispered the child, "A policeman."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his
employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak
with the policeman?" "No, he's busy.", whispered
the child. "Busy doing what?", asked the boss.
"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman."
came the whispered answer.
Growing concerned and even worried as he heard
what sounded like a helicopter through the ear piece
on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?"
"A hello-copper.", answered the whispering voice.
"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now
alarmed. In an awed whispering voice the child
answered, "The search team just landed the
hello-copper!"
Alarmed, concerned and more than just a little
frustrated the boss asked, "Why are they there?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied along
with a muffled giggle, "They're looking for me!"
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