tiny shorts "Tales (Part 2)

1. The famous archaeologist “South Carolina Smith” and Lucy, his partner, traveled to a remote village in southern India, which seemed to be far from civilization. Inegun, the leader of the tribe considered Smith and his lady as guests of honor and invited them to share a special meal with them, while the emaciated and hungry villagers looked on. Smith and Lucy sat together in Inegun’s humble tent. As they talked, an exotic lean meal was prepared just for Smith and Lucy, which was made from python skin and pig intestines. After Lucy asked what she was, she put the plate down. Smith chided her, saying, “You’ve got to eat this. This is more food than most of this tribe eats each week. Show some respect.”

Inegun replied, “If you don’t like this food, there’s a good Pizza Hut down the road from here.”

2. A pair of 14-year-old girls were walking down an old road in a small town in Wyoming. They saw an old square phone booth that had been standing for five decades. “What is this?” said one of the girls. At that very moment, an older gentleman overheard them and told them that it was an old cylindrical phone booth from before 1990. The girls looked at each other with puzzled looks. One of them asked the other, “I wonder why someone would want to bring their iPhone here to talk?” The other said: “I guess it was used so someone could talk on their iPhones in private.”

3. A wealthy old man and his mischievous younger wife came to a bank to set up a joint account, which included all of the man’s assets and had been solely his account. His cruel wife had no wealth but she would trust the joint account if she needed money. Unfortunately, when the husband was about to sign his name to confirm the account, he started having a heart attack. Her wife ignored the man’s situation and put the paper in her hands so he could sign her name and her money would be hers. Instead, the old man simply smiled at his wife and said in her weakened condition, “There’s no money for you. Get a job!” He then he died. The wife tried to revive him and said: “Don’t kill me, sob. Sign!” But it was too late. She would have to throw away the poisoned soup she had made for him.

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