1 在珍珠港受伤
While vacationing in the Hawaiian Islands, I visited the World War II memorial atop the sunken U. S. Battleship Arizona, a monument to those who died in the attack on Pearl Harbor. On board, I slipped on a stairway and injured my thumb.
Back home, with the thumb still not healing properly, I called my doctor for an appointment. When I was asked the nature of my illness, I thought I’d give the background and began," I was injured at Pearl Harbor..."
"Well,” the nurse interrupted. “It took you long enough to report it!”
2 公民权力
On the first day of an American history class at Purdue University in Indiana, the professor assigned five chapters on civil rights. The next day, he asked one of my classmates to name ten of those rights. When the student made no response, the professor said, "ALL RIGHT. Name five. "Still the student said nothing. Finally, the exasperated professor begged, "Just name one right you have as a civilian."
To a room full of laughter, the young man replied, “I have the right to remain silent.”
3 谁是主宰
Driving our family to a new restaurant, I took several wrong turns. When I finally found the right road, I asked my husband, "Why didn't you tell me I was lost?"
"I thought you knew where you were going, “he replied. “You always know where you're going when I'm driving.”
4 知音
After friends of mine landed at busy Newark Airport, they were unable to attract the attention of any porters to help with their luggage. In desperation, the husband took out a five-dollar bill and waved it above the crowd.
In an instant, a skycap was at his side. "Sir," observed the porter, "you certainly have excellent communication skills."
5 为母亲约会
When the young waitress in the cafe in my building started waving hello every day, I was flattered. She was at least 15 years younger than I.
One day she waved and beckoned to me. When I strolled over, she asked, "Are you single?"
“Why, yes,” I replied, smiling at her broadly.
“So is my mom,” she said. ”Would you like to meet her?"
6 有同情心的访客
A big burly man visited the pastor's home and asked to see the minister's wife, a woman well known for her charitable impulses.
“Madam,” he said in a broken voice,” I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family in this district.
The father is dead, the mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving.
They are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless someone pays their rent, which amounts to $400.”
“How terrible!” Exclaimed the preacher's wife. ”May I ask who you are?”
The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes. ”I'm the landlord.” he sobbed.
