A woman was three months pregnant when she unexpectedly fell into a deep coma. Six months later, she finally woke up and immediately asked the doctor about her babies. He reassured her that she had given birth to healthy twins—a boy and a girl—and added that her brother had named them while she was unconscious. Panic set in instantly. “Not my brother,” she said. “He’s an idiot. What did he name the girl?”
When the doctor answered “Denise,” she relaxed. “That’s not bad,” she said. Then she asked about the boy. The doctor sighed and replied, “Denephew.” At a large company, a strict manager called a new employee into his office. He explained that he never used first names because familiarity weakened authority. Everyone was addressed by last name only, and he insisted on being called Mr. Robertson. After delivering his lecture, he asked the new man for his last name.
The employee sighed and replied, “Darling.” The manager paused for a moment, then softened his tone. “Alright, John,” he said, “here’s what I need you to know.” Young Dorothy, the daughter of a tire salesman, came home one day bursting with excitement. She had just seen triplets for the first time. “Oh mother,” she exclaimed, “you won’t believe what I saw today!” Her mother asked her to explain. Dorothy replied confidently, “A lady had twins—and a spare!” Her innocent observation left her mother speechless.
Meanwhile, a couple with three restless children stood in line at San Francisco’s Pier 41 to buy tickets for a boat trip to Alcatraz. The children argued and fidgeted as nearby passengers watched impatiently. When the family finally reached the counter, the father said, “Five tickets, please.” Then he added calmly, “Two round trip—and three one way.”
