At his wits’ end, Mr. Johnson called over a flight attendant. He explained the situation, and the attendant nodded before leaning down to whisper something in the blonde’s ear.
Suddenly, the blonde’s expression changed. Without a word, she moved to the middle seat.
Relieved, Mr. Johnson sat down in the aisle seat.
After the plane landed in New York, his curiosity got the better of him. He approached the flight attendant and asked, “What did you say to her?”
The attendant smiled. “I told her the aisle seat wasn’t going to New York City.”
He fired 50 shots and completely missed the target with every shot!
His Drill Instructor called him to attention and got in his face.
“What’s the matter with you?” shouted the DI. “Why can’t you hit the target? What were you in civilian life?”
“I was a Cable TV repairman,” replied the recruit, “and I don’t know why I can’t hit the target. Let me see…”
The man checked his rifle, checked his rifle again, and then checked his rifle a third time. He then put his finger in front of the muzzle, pulled the trigger, and blew the end of his finger off!
“Well,” the phone man said, writhing in pain, “the bullets are leaving this end here fine. The trouble must be on the other end!”
When the time came to present what they’d found, the first little boy the teacher called on walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down.
Puzzled, the teacher asked him what it was. ‘It’s a period,’ he replied.
‘I can see that,’ said the teacher, ‘but what is so exciting about a period?’
‘Darned if I know,’ chirped the little boy, ‘but this morning my sister was missing one, my mother fainted, my dad had a heart attack, and the boy next door joined the Navy!’
