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Twenty Years To Deliver A Letter

, , , , , | Related | March 6, 2012

(My family and I are on an eight-hour trip across France for a holiday, and we are starting to get bored. My mum pulls out a puzzle book and starts to do some crosswords. I decide to help her, but I can’t see the book since I’m in the front passenger seat next to my dad.)

Me: “What words do you have left to do?”

Mum: “Quite a few, actually.”

(Before my mum can answer, my dad interrupts.)

Dad: “Is ‘postman’s sack’ on the list?”

Mum: “No.”

Dad: “Check if it’s there or not. I’m driving.”

Mum: “I can’t see anything like that!”

Me: “Let me see the book.”

Mum: “No! The words aren’t there. He’s just being stupid.”

(At this point, my dad begins to giggle to himself over something.)

Me: *to Dad* “Well, how many letters does it have?”

Dad: *shouting in my ear* “HUNDREDS! ‘Postman’s sack’ contains hundreds of

(He begins crying with laughter as my mum, my brother, and I look on.)

Dad: “I’ve been waiting 20 years to tell that joke!”

Me: “Was it worth it?”

Dad: “Yes!”

Mum: “NO.”

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That Isn’t The Sound Of The Ocean

| Romantic | January 4, 2012

(My mom and dad have their own separate room on the cruise ship. My sister and I are right next door. Unfortunately the walls are very thin.)

Dad: “Are you feeling the mood?”

Mom: *chuckles* “You are so cheesy.”

Dad: “So, should we push the beds together?”

Mom: “You realize the beds are bolted to the floor, right?”

Dad: “God, you’re such a kill joy.”

Mom: “Well then what do you propose?”

Dad: “Shall we just use the floor?”

Me: *in the other room* “We can hear you guys!”

Sister: “You guys are disgusting!”

Dad: “Go to bed!”

Mom: “Oh, yeah. I’m really feeling the mood now.”

When In Rome, Do As The Japanese Do

| Related | December 13, 2011

(We are on a family vacation to Italy. We eat at the same pizzeria every evening. The cook comes out as we are leaving, and I want to say thank you.)

Me: “Grazi, sir! Your food is amazing!”

Cook: “You’re welcome! See you tomorrow!”

Dad: “Yeah! Gracias! Sayonara!”

Me: *walks quickly away*