We are in Glasgow. A woman comes
home, screeches her car to a stop in front of the house, and runs inside.
She slams the door and shouts at
the top of her lungs, 'Hamish, pack your bags. I just won the Christmas lottery!'
Hamish the husband replies, 'Oh my
God! That's wonderful ! Should I pack my golf clubs? Or beach stuff? Where are we going?'
'Doesn't matter where you go,' cries his wife. 'Just pack your
bags and get out.' [Thank you to my brother Rory for this cheery Christmas tale.]
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