I run into these people all the time. They freak out over the slightest inference of toilet humor. Oddly enough, if they hear it in a movie or on a TV show they picked to watch, then that's perfectly OK. After all, very rich people put it out for our consumption.
I became confused when I heard these terms which reference the word “service”.
Internal Revenue “Service”
U.S. Postal “Service”
Telephone “Service”
T.V. “Service”
Civil “Service”
City & County Public “Service”
Customer “Service”
and “Service” Stations
This is not what I thought “service” meant.
Today I overheard two farmers talking, and one of them said he had bought a bull to “service” a few cows. BAM! It all came into perspective. I now understand what all those “service” agencies are doing to us.
I hope you are now as enlightened as I am!
How’s Norma?
A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph’s Hospital. She timidly asked, “Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?”
The operator said, “I’ll be glad to help, dear. What’s the name and room number?”
The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said, “Norma Findlay, Room 302.”
The operator replied, “Let me place you on hold while I check with her nurse.”
After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said, “Oh, I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing very well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal, and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged on Tuesday.”
The grandmother said, “Thank you. That’s wonderful! I was so worried. God bless you for the good news.”
The operator replied, “You’re more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?”
The grandmother said, “No, I’m Norma Findlay in 302, and nobody around here tells me shit.”
