Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Anecdote of the Month

An elderly Irishman checked out of a hotel room and was half way to the bus depot when he realized he had left his umbrella behind. By the time he got back to the room, a newly wed couple had already checked in. Hating to interrupt anything, the Irishman got down on his knees and listened in at the keyhole.
"Whose lovely eyes are those, my darling?" he heard the man's voice ask.
"Yours, my love," the woman answered.
"And whose precious nose is this?" the man went on inside the room.
"Only yours," the woman replied.
"And whose beautiful lips are these?" the man continued."Yours!" panted the woman.
"And whose...?" but the Irishman could not stand it any more.Putting his mouth to the keyhole, he shouted, "When you get to a yellow plaid umbrella, folks, it is mine!"

- A Sudden Clash of Thunder, Chapter #3


3 comments:

Silent Moon said...

Hey that's a nice one. Could you keep them coming week after week.

Silent Moon said...

I suppose that anecdote is from one of Osho's discourses. could you also mention the Name of the book and if possible, link to it.

Silent Moon said...

will do it. Look for the Book Name link towards the end of the article.