There may be something supernatural about a park bench. Two old friends might laugh together, share crazy stories, or simply sit quietly and observe the passing scenery at this place where time passes at its own pace.
It was the perfect spot for two old men to do nothing at all on this particular day, and do it very well.
They were not going to beat a sweat or keep up with the news; these two had earned the right to just sit back and enjoy the spectacle.
They were not going to beat a sweat or keep up with the news; these two had earned the right to just sit back and enjoy the spectacle.
Children were still playing, dogs were still relentlessly pursuing balls, and the world was still spinning. On this particular day, everything seemed to have a hint of humor, including the appearance of a young woman in running shorts and a sports bra.
Here’s the story:
Two old men are sitting on a bench in the park.
A young, attractive girl passes by wearing shorts and a sports bra. The female walks up to one of the men as he smiles and says, “You creep, why are you smiling at me?”
The old man replies courteously, “I’m not smiling at you because, no matter how bad things get in life, seeing pretty young girls in the summer always lifts an old man’s spirits.”
The girl kisses him on the cheek and jogs away, touched.
The old man tells his friend, “3-0,” and then it’s your turn.
ANOTHER AMUSING STORY
This is a made-up tale about a salesperson from Montana. At first, I was sorry for the man, but toward the end, I couldn’t stop laughing! What a great response! I haven’t read anything that pleasant in a long time!
A young man named Michael moved from a small Montana community to New York. He entered a large retail store to look for work.
During the interview, the manager asked him:
“Have you ever held a sales position?”
Yes. The young man answered, “I was a vacuum salesman back in Montana.”
The employer liked Michael and decided to give him a try despite his reservations.
“You start tomorrow at 8:00. I’ll come down from the office after we close to see how you did,” he continued.
Despite the challenges of his first day on the job, Michael persevered. After the store had been closed, the manager gathered all of the employees on the sales floor.
“How many customers bought anything from you today?” the chief said.
Michael frowned and said, “One,” looking at the floor.
“Get together!”
The manager shouted:
Only one? Our sales team typically serves 20 to 30 clients every day. This must improve! And soon if you wish to continue working here. We have very high expectations for our salespeople here in the Big Apple. Making one transaction a day would have been OK in Montana, but you’re no longer in the country, son. Get yourself together, or go!
The young man remained focused on the ground while listening to the manager’s complaint. Feeling bad about making fun of him on his first day, the supervisor asked:
“All right, how much did your one sale cost?”
Michael looked up and answered:
“$124,088.30”
The boss said, startled:
$124,088.30? What the devil did you sell?
The young man explained:
I sold him some brand-new fish hooks first. I then sold him a new fishing rod to go with his new hooks. When I asked him whether he would need a boat, he said that he was going fishing down the shore. I sold him our newest twin-engine model when we went to the boat section. He said he didn’t think his little car could haul it, so I took him to the car area and sold him a 4×4 Dodge truck.
The boss’s mouth dropped open after a minute of silence, and he questioned:
“So when a guy came to buy fish hooks, you sold him a boat and a new truck?
Michael replied:
“Not at all. To be honest, the man came in here to purchase tampons for his wife. “Dude, you should go fishing; it’s your weekend shot,” I remarked.
The following day, Michael was promoted.
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