Monday, 7 April 2008
You're out of order, mate
You'll never guess who we ran into at Heathrow airport on the way out of London. Chris Eccles, who was a close friend during our Cambridge days, then got married to an American and moved to Maine to build his dream house. Read about it on his blog: A House in Maine (He never updates it though, no matter how we nag.)
Chris always tells good jokes. Here's one he told us in the airport (translations at the bottom of this post):
A man walks into a bar and spies a fruit machine. He wanders over and is about to play it when suddenly it starts to hurl abuse at him ("You are the ugliest thing I've ever seen and stupid too," etc.) It doesn't stop, and puzzled he gives up and walks over to the bar, whereupon the peanuts immediately start saying the nicest things to him.
"Oh, sir, don't you look dashing today! Simply marvellous." Even more perturbed, he turns to the barman and asks him just why the fruit machine is abusing him so and the peanuts are being so lovely.
"Well, sir, the fruit machine's out of order, and the peanuts are complimentary."
Translations for American reader: A 'fruit machine' is a slot machine. And being 'out of order' means you are being rude and abusive. If a man insults another man, for example, the first man might reply, "You're out of order, mate," but most probably, he will punch him.