No stopping here A man travelling on a train asked the ticket collector what time the train stops at Victoria. “This train doesn’t stop at Victoria, it’s the express.” “You are joking! I need to get off at Victoria!” “Sorry sir. This train will not stop at Victoria.” “There must be something you can do.” “Well there is one thing ...” “What? Anything! I need to get off!” “Well, I’ll get the driver to slow down and I’ll dangle you out of the door and lower you onto the platform.” “My god! Will that work?” “It’s worth a try.” The train approaches the platform at 50 mph. The ticket collector hangs the man in mid-air out of the door. The man starts running! The man is running in mid-air. “Run faster! Run faster!” The ticket collector lowers the man down. The man’s feet touch the platform. Smoke flies of his shoes and his heel comes off. The man is running for his life! The ticket collector lets go. The man is running at 30 mph! He’s made it! He begins to slow down. He’s still running at 20 mph alongside the train as the other passengers watch in amazement. As the last carriage goes by, a hand grabs the man by the shirt collar and lifts him back onto the train. As he’s being pulled into the carriage, he hears a voice say... “You’re lucky I was here to help. This train doesn’t even stop at Victoria!” Taking it casually Employed by the human-development centre of a corporation in the Midwest, my friend trains employees in proper dress codes and etiquettes. One day, as she was stepping onto the elevator, a man casually dressed in jeans and a golf shirt got on with her. Thinking of her responsibilities, she scolded, “Dressed a little casually today, aren’t we?” The man replied, “That’s one benefit of owning the company
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 09:14:30 +0000