Joke of the day
An extremely well-dressed and successful young executive was driving to a meeting when he found that the front left tire on his Porsche was flat.
What am I going to do? he thought. But then he saw a gas station up ahead. It was a rundown shack with a grizzled man in overalls sitting on a porch with pools
of oil, but at least it was a gas station; in the window was a large sign saying help wanted. The executive drove up and got out of the car and explained the si
tuation.
Why sure! said the mechanic Im lookin for a boy to work for me and help me out, so were kinda short-handed. He looked over the dapper, dignified and impeccably
dressed executives very expensive navy blue pinstriped business suit, his imported silk tie and gleaming cufflinks and white shirt, his polished black shoes, hi
s hundred dollar haircut and his $1500 briefcase.
My name is Bud!You must be one of them executives! said the mechanic. "I can tell by your classy kicks!"
My WHAT?" snapped the exec.
"Your KICKS! Your SHOES! Mighty classy, sir!" grinned the mechanic.
Yesyes. Well, the FIRST thing people notice are your shoes! said the executive in a condescending tone, as he straightened his tie and checked the shine on his
shoes. My name is Mr. James PorterI am making an important presentation today! My whole career depends on it. Now please get to work! What are you doing?!
Bud was pulling out a huge pail of water. You get a free car wash today, sir! I sure wish I had a boy to work for me - I gotta do this all myself!"
I dont have time for that! cried Mr. Porter.
Now, dont worry! You upper class folks are always worryin! And at that moment, Buds foot hit the pail of water, and it toppled over, completely soaking Mr. Port
ers expensively shod feet.
NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!! yelled Mr. Porter. My feet are DRENCHED through! SOAKED! Do you know how much these shoes cost! Someone like YOU doesnt have to worr
y about this!
Oh, sir! Please accept my apology! All over your fancy high class kicks! Well, its a fine dayjust take off yer shoes and socks and let em dry! Nobody is gonna s
ee ya!
Take off my shoes and socks! I suppose I have no choice! Im just glad that my colleagues cant see this! said Mr. Porter, as he sat on the porch and slowly, grud
gingly slid his feet out of his highly polished black Brooks Brothers shoes and then peeled off his business socks. Bud picked up the shoes and whistled with ad
miration.
Mighty fancy! he said, with a grin. Ya know, you look like you belong here now that yer barefoot!
Put my shoes down immediately! said Mr. Porter coldly.
Mr. Porter carefully arranged his suit and tie as if to make up for the indignity of going barefoot.
Lemme show ya somethin, Mister Porter said Bud, who got into the car and drove it forward and ran over Mr. Porters briefcase, ruining it.
MY BRIEFCASE! yelled the businessman.
Sorry, sir! But I have to tell ya something! said Bud, who was bending over the engine.
I didnt ask you to look at the engine shouted Mr. Porter. You destroyed my briefcase!!
But you got a problem! said Bud. Look! Get closer!
Mr. Porter leaned over the engine. I dont see anything
Closer! said Bud.
I still dont and Mr. Porter began to lift his head, and felt himself stuck.
My tie! he yelled. My necktieand my suspenders! Theyre caught in the engine!
Look what ya done, sir! Ill get ya free!
I DIDNT DO THIS! yelled Mr. Porter, but he couldnt move at all. His tie and his suspenders had gotten tied up in the engine.Somehow.
Now just hold still! said Bud, and in a moment, Mr. Porter was free, and his tie and suspenders were in Bud's hands.
ARE YOU INSANE?! yelled Mr. Porter. Give me those
Mr. Porter said Bud, ignoring the comment. Im gonna need yer help in getting that tire out of the back, and then you gotta help me get the new one - it's undern
eath an old engine. I cant lift 'em, ya see. I got lumbago. It's too bad I ain't got a boy to work for me!
What?! said Mr. Porter. You expect ME to do it? Look at this suit! This is a two thousand dollar suit! It was tailored for me. I cant get it dirty, and this is
a silk tie! And a hundred dollar shirt! Im an executiveI dont do menial work
Im sorry, sir said Bud. Theres no other way! I know! Why dont ya take off yer nice suit? I got a fine pair of overalls for ya!
This is an outrage! cried Mr. Porter. "I will NOT take off my suit! I have my dignity and my pride!"
"Then you'll have yer dignity and yer pride but you won't get a new tire" said Bud.
Mr. Porter stomped and fumed but finally gave in and angrily stripped off his pinstriped business suit, his cufflinks and his starched white shirt and placed th
em on a wooden table. Then he put on the greasy overalls and pulled the tire out of the trunk.
But just then his bare feet hit a patch of oil, and he staggered backwards and fell; the filthy tire fell on top of him. He felt his head hit something soft. Bu
d ran over and said: Mr. Porter, its a good thing your head hit the tar! It broke yer fall!
The executive pushed the tire off, and felt the grease, gravel and tar all over his t-shirt and his face. He lifted what had been a manicured hand to his head a
nd felt a mass of something gooey.
My hair! Mr. Porter yelled, as he stood.
I gotta cut that tar out, sir! It aint gonna come out any other way! and he pulled out some scissors and with a few quick snips, the executives neat haircut was
replaced by a patchy crewcut.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? yelled Mr. Porter.
Here, this will calm ya down! Bud shoved a bottle of whiskey into Mr. Porters hand and poured solme of it on his shirt.
NO! yelled the executive. LOOK AT ME, YOU IDIOT!
"Leave me alone! Help, police!" screamed Bud. He grabbed Mr. Porter's cell phone and called the police and then called the newspaper.
In a moment the police were there.
Bud whimpered: "This man is drunk! Just smell him, officer! And tried to beat me up! and rob the till!"
"I DID NOT!" shouted Mr. Porter.
"Assault, robbery, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest, drunkenness...you're coming with me!"
And the policeman dragged the struggling Mr. Porter, barefoot in overalls off to jail.
The next day the judge prepared to sentence Mr. Porter while they all looked at the newspaper with the headline: Drunk Thief Jailed for Assault and Robbery.
But Bud said; "Your honor, don't put this man behind bars! He ATTACKED me, but, I'll allow him to make it up to me - I got an idea!"
What do you mean? yelled Mr. Porter.
A month later, a customer drove up to Buds and Bud called his new assistant to wait on him. A man in overalls and work boots and a crew cut came out and started
to work on the car.
JIMMY BOY! Dont forget the oil! You ex-cons are always slow!
YES, SIR! said Jimmy-boy Porter.
A Porsche with a "for sale" sign sat outside.
A help wanted sign lay in the garbage.
In the window was an Italian pinstriped business suit, a silk tie, a white shirt, a pair of suspenders and a pair of cuff links with a "for sale" sign.
"Don't forget what I told ya!" snapped Bud. Did you polish em up?
"Yes, but, please..." said Jimmy-boy.
"You don't need 'em anymore! I'm your boss...NOW MOVE IT!" yelled Bud.
Jimmy-boy sighed and went up to the customer.
"Sir, we have a special today - with an oil change, you can buy these real cheap."
He held up a pair of very expensive polished gentlemans business shoes.
"These are for sale. One pair of Brooks Brothers shoes - once worn by a former executive - best offer silk socks included. After all, the first thing people not
ice are your shoes. Real classy kicks..."
An extremely well-dressed and successful young executive was driving to a meeting when he found that the front left tire on his Porsche was flat.
What am I going to do? he thought. But then he saw a gas station up ahead. It was a rundown shack with a grizzled man in overalls sitting on a porch with pools
of oil, but at least it was a gas station; in the window was a large sign saying help wanted. The executive drove up and got out of the car and explained the si
tuation.
Why sure! said the mechanic Im lookin for a boy to work for me and help me out, so were kinda short-handed. He looked over the dapper, dignified and impeccably
dressed executives very expensive navy blue pinstriped business suit, his imported silk tie and gleaming cufflinks and white shirt, his polished black shoes, hi
s hundred dollar haircut and his $1500 briefcase.
My name is Bud!You must be one of them executives! said the mechanic. "I can tell by your classy kicks!"
My WHAT?" snapped the exec.
"Your KICKS! Your SHOES! Mighty classy, sir!" grinned the mechanic.
Yesyes. Well, the FIRST thing people notice are your shoes! said the executive in a condescending tone, as he straightened his tie and checked the shine on his
shoes. My name is Mr. James PorterI am making an important presentation today! My whole career depends on it. Now please get to work! What are you doing?!
Bud was pulling out a huge pail of water. You get a free car wash today, sir! I sure wish I had a boy to work for me - I gotta do this all myself!"
I dont have time for that! cried Mr. Porter.
Now, dont worry! You upper class folks are always worryin! And at that moment, Buds foot hit the pail of water, and it toppled over, completely soaking Mr. Port
ers expensively shod feet.
NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!! yelled Mr. Porter. My feet are DRENCHED through! SOAKED! Do you know how much these shoes cost! Someone like YOU doesnt have to worr
y about this!
Oh, sir! Please accept my apology! All over your fancy high class kicks! Well, its a fine dayjust take off yer shoes and socks and let em dry! Nobody is gonna s
ee ya!
Take off my shoes and socks! I suppose I have no choice! Im just glad that my colleagues cant see this! said Mr. Porter, as he sat on the porch and slowly, grud
gingly slid his feet out of his highly polished black Brooks Brothers shoes and then peeled off his business socks. Bud picked up the shoes and whistled with ad
miration.
Mighty fancy! he said, with a grin. Ya know, you look like you belong here now that yer barefoot!
Put my shoes down immediately! said Mr. Porter coldly.
Mr. Porter carefully arranged his suit and tie as if to make up for the indignity of going barefoot.
Lemme show ya somethin, Mister Porter said Bud, who got into the car and drove it forward and ran over Mr. Porters briefcase, ruining it.
MY BRIEFCASE! yelled the businessman.
Sorry, sir! But I have to tell ya something! said Bud, who was bending over the engine.
I didnt ask you to look at the engine shouted Mr. Porter. You destroyed my briefcase!!
But you got a problem! said Bud. Look! Get closer!
Mr. Porter leaned over the engine. I dont see anything
Closer! said Bud.
I still dont and Mr. Porter began to lift his head, and felt himself stuck.
My tie! he yelled. My necktieand my suspenders! Theyre caught in the engine!
Look what ya done, sir! Ill get ya free!
I DIDNT DO THIS! yelled Mr. Porter, but he couldnt move at all. His tie and his suspenders had gotten tied up in the engine.Somehow.
Now just hold still! said Bud, and in a moment, Mr. Porter was free, and his tie and suspenders were in Bud's hands.
ARE YOU INSANE?! yelled Mr. Porter. Give me those
Mr. Porter said Bud, ignoring the comment. Im gonna need yer help in getting that tire out of the back, and then you gotta help me get the new one - it's undern
eath an old engine. I cant lift 'em, ya see. I got lumbago. It's too bad I ain't got a boy to work for me!
What?! said Mr. Porter. You expect ME to do it? Look at this suit! This is a two thousand dollar suit! It was tailored for me. I cant get it dirty, and this is
a silk tie! And a hundred dollar shirt! Im an executiveI dont do menial work
Im sorry, sir said Bud. Theres no other way! I know! Why dont ya take off yer nice suit? I got a fine pair of overalls for ya!
This is an outrage! cried Mr. Porter. "I will NOT take off my suit! I have my dignity and my pride!"
"Then you'll have yer dignity and yer pride but you won't get a new tire" said Bud.
Mr. Porter stomped and fumed but finally gave in and angrily stripped off his pinstriped business suit, his cufflinks and his starched white shirt and placed th
em on a wooden table. Then he put on the greasy overalls and pulled the tire out of the trunk.
But just then his bare feet hit a patch of oil, and he staggered backwards and fell; the filthy tire fell on top of him. He felt his head hit something soft. Bu
d ran over and said: Mr. Porter, its a good thing your head hit the tar! It broke yer fall!
The executive pushed the tire off, and felt the grease, gravel and tar all over his t-shirt and his face. He lifted what had been a manicured hand to his head a
nd felt a mass of something gooey.
My hair! Mr. Porter yelled, as he stood.
I gotta cut that tar out, sir! It aint gonna come out any other way! and he pulled out some scissors and with a few quick snips, the executives neat haircut was
replaced by a patchy crewcut.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? yelled Mr. Porter.
Here, this will calm ya down! Bud shoved a bottle of whiskey into Mr. Porters hand and poured solme of it on his shirt.
NO! yelled the executive. LOOK AT ME, YOU IDIOT!
"Leave me alone! Help, police!" screamed Bud. He grabbed Mr. Porter's cell phone and called the police and then called the newspaper.
In a moment the police were there.
Bud whimpered: "This man is drunk! Just smell him, officer! And tried to beat me up! and rob the till!"
"I DID NOT!" shouted Mr. Porter.
"Assault, robbery, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest, drunkenness...you're coming with me!"
And the policeman dragged the struggling Mr. Porter, barefoot in overalls off to jail.
The next day the judge prepared to sentence Mr. Porter while they all looked at the newspaper with the headline: Drunk Thief Jailed for Assault and Robbery.
But Bud said; "Your honor, don't put this man behind bars! He ATTACKED me, but, I'll allow him to make it up to me - I got an idea!"
What do you mean? yelled Mr. Porter.
A month later, a customer drove up to Buds and Bud called his new assistant to wait on him. A man in overalls and work boots and a crew cut came out and started
to work on the car.
JIMMY BOY! Dont forget the oil! You ex-cons are always slow!
YES, SIR! said Jimmy-boy Porter.
A Porsche with a "for sale" sign sat outside.
A help wanted sign lay in the garbage.
In the window was an Italian pinstriped business suit, a silk tie, a white shirt, a pair of suspenders and a pair of cuff links with a "for sale" sign.
"Don't forget what I told ya!" snapped Bud. Did you polish em up?
"Yes, but, please..." said Jimmy-boy.
"You don't need 'em anymore! I'm your boss...NOW MOVE IT!" yelled Bud.
Jimmy-boy sighed and went up to the customer.
"Sir, we have a special today - with an oil change, you can buy these real cheap."
He held up a pair of very expensive polished gentlemans business shoes.
"These are for sale. One pair of Brooks Brothers shoes - once worn by a former executive - best offer silk socks included. After all, the first thing people not
ice are your shoes. Real classy kicks..."
