Art Store

From: Unicorn <unicorn_at_indenial.com>
Date: Tue Dec 14 2004 - 10:22:53 EST

"Art Store"

I used to work in an art supply store. We sold artists'
canvas by the yard, and you could get it in either of two
widths: 36 inches or 48 inches.

Customer: "Can you please cut some canvas for me?"

Me: "Certainly, what width?"

Customer: "Scissors?" (confused and slightly annoyed)

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"Vising Germany"

A few years ago, I decided to visit my brother who
was stationed in Germany. I assumed that most
Germans would speak English. But I found that
many people spoke only their native tongue -
including the ticket inspector on the train. He
punched my ticket, then chatted cordially for a bit,
making gestures like a windmill. I simply nodded
from time to time to show him that I was interested.

When he had gone, an American woman soldier in
the compartment leaned forward and asked if I spoke
German.

"No," I confessed.

"Then that explains," she said, "why you didn't bat
an eyelid when he told you that you were on the
wrong train."
Received on Tue Dec 14 10:23:05 2004

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