Caustic
A good story is told of a pawky old Scot, who like many others, finds
himself rather short of cash just now. His account was £60 over drawn,
and the banker rang him up on the telephone to tell him about it, and to
suggest that he had better bring it down a bit or clear it altogether.
"Oh, aye," replied the pawky one. "I'm £60 short am I? Will ye just look
up an' tell me hoo my account stood in June?"
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"Oh," the banker said, "you were all right then; you had £250 to your
credit."
"Aye, an' did I ring you up in June?" was the caustic rejoinder.
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The newly-elected president of a banking institution was being
introduced to the employees. He singled out one of the men in the
cashier's cage, questioning him in detail about his work, etc. "I have
been here forty years," said the cashier's assistant, with conscious
pride, "and in all that time I only made one slight mistake."
"Good," replied the president. "Let me congratulate you. But hereafter
be more careful."
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_First Sailor_ (_searching vainly for his ship after a few hours'
leave_): "But she was 'ere when we went ashore, wasn't she?"
_Second Sailor:_ "It's them blokes at Washington. They've started
scrappin' the fleet, an' begun on us."
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