JOKES

   The tire center where I stopped had an eager young man behind the counter who started asking me questions about my car so he could fill out the necessary paper work. He asked for the make and model of my vehicle and then asked about the color. "Champagne," I answered, thinking of the auto manufacturer's description.

   The man looked at me, stared out the window at my car, then looked down at the form. Seconds ticked by. Thinking perhaps I had sounded too pretentious, I asked, "Does beige sound better?"

   He stared at me blankly. "I can't spell that either."

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   While I was an office worker at the local high school, an honest student stopped by to turn in a lost purse. I gave it to the principal so he could look inside for some type of identification. Moments later, his concerned voice could be heard over the intercom: "Liz Claiborne, please come to the office. We have found your purse."

Credits:

Reader's Digest

Contributed by:

Debra Raymer

Katy Hyche