THE FACE ISN’T FAMILIAR, BUT THE NAGGING RINGS A BELL
I accompanied my husband to a reunion of friends he hadn’t seen in more than 40 years. As we stood at the entrance to our host’s house, Barrie searched for a familiar face. Finally spotting one, he went over, stuck out his hand and asked, “And you are……?”
The woman glared at him before responding, “Your first wife.”
By Adrien Tylor
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CAN YOU BLAME ‘EM?
A car blew past my state trooper cruiser going 15 mph over the speed limit. With sirens blaring, I gave chase. The driver zoomed around several cars, and finally pulled over. “Not only were you speeding,” I told him angrily, “but your taillights are out.”
“I know,” he said. “That’s why I was speeding. I did not want to be rear-ended.”
By Jon Main
