A man from the country part of Jamaica arrived at the Norman Manley
Airport in Kingston , burdened down by his luggage, passport, and all the necessary titbits for a prolonged journey.
Looking around anxiously he finally approached a ticket counter and told the agent: 'Please do, sell mi a ticket fi go a Jeopardy, Miss.'The agent looked confused. 'Jeopardy, Sir? Where is that?' she asked. The man, even more nervous and agitated replied: 'Mi nuh haf no time fi fool roun'. Jus' gi mi a ticket to Jeopardy.' The agent searched through her schedules and other directories. 'Excuse me, Sir, but there is no such place!
Are you sure that's where you want to travel?
'The man lost his temper and pounded his fist on the counter. Look, 'ooman. Mi done tell you already mi nuh have time fi waste.
Mi hear pon mi radio dis mawnin seh 900 jobs inna Jeopardy; so ah deh so mi want fi go, NOW!'
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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this bredda really a feel the recession thing.lol
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