On The Krakow

A man was eating at a diner, when a well-dressed man sitting next to him said, “Excuse me for intruding, but I could not help noticing your accent. Are you from Krakow?”

“Yes, I am,” replied the surprised man.

“It is so nice to meet a land kinsman here in America,” said the well-dressed man. “I tell you what. I am a vice-president at the Humor Network. If you ever need a job, give me a call and I will be happy to set you up.”

Six months go by, and the man loses his job, and decides to call his new friend. He had completely forgotten the man’s name at this point, so he decided to take a shot in the dark.

The receptionist answered, and he asked, “Pardon me, do you have a Krakauer there?”

“Sir,” she replied, “we don’t even get a coffee break!”

A visitor to Texas once asked, “Does it ever rain out here?” A rancher quickly answered “Yes, it does. Do you remember that part in the Bible where it rained for 40 days and 40 nights?” The visitor replied, “Yes, I’m familiar with Noah’s flood.” “Well,” the rancher puffed up, “we got about two and a half inches of that.”