A ring from the doorbell. My brother Roger wonders who it could be, afterall he wasn't expecting anyone and no one really knew he was home. He goes to the door and sees an old man on his step.
"Hi?" Roger greeted the stranger.
"Do you own a white Buick?" the old man asked, getting to the point right away.
My brother's mind raced. White Buick? "Ah yes!" he said as it came back to him, "Actually it's my sister's. Is there a problem?"
"Well, it's been parked in front of my house for days and I was wondering if it might be stolen," the old man informed my brother.
"Oh no. Certainly not," Roger started, "as it happens my brother lives on your block. When the car stopped running they got the car over there so he can work on it when he gets the parts and time to do the job."
Satisfied with this explanation the old gent just shook his head and took his leave. The punchline ot this story is that the old man has the most run down house on the block and that's why we pushed the car over there. We figured he wouldn't notice nor care that teh car was there. Who would've guessed otherwise?
"Hi?" Roger greeted the stranger.
"Do you own a white Buick?" the old man asked, getting to the point right away.
My brother's mind raced. White Buick? "Ah yes!" he said as it came back to him, "Actually it's my sister's. Is there a problem?"
"Well, it's been parked in front of my house for days and I was wondering if it might be stolen," the old man informed my brother.
"Oh no. Certainly not," Roger started, "as it happens my brother lives on your block. When the car stopped running they got the car over there so he can work on it when he gets the parts and time to do the job."
Satisfied with this explanation the old gent just shook his head and took his leave. The punchline ot this story is that the old man has the most run down house on the block and that's why we pushed the car over there. We figured he wouldn't notice nor care that teh car was there. Who would've guessed otherwise?
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