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另一个跟工作有关的笑话：
Subject: Calling in sick
This will bring a smile to your face, at least for some, tears for the
others.
Calling in sick ..
Brings a tear to the eye!!!!
I defy you to read this without laughing. . . . .
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate
my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.
On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because
the truth was just too darned humiliating.
I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I
would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could
think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.
The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes
to adopt a cute little kitty.
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem. Then one morning, was
taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to
me from the kitchen.
"Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it."
"You know where the button is," I protested through the
shower pitter-patter and steam.
"Reset it yourself!"
"But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me
in?"
There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a
second."
So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping that my silent
outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her
behaviour as extremely cowardly.
Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find
the button.
It is the last action I remember performing...
It struck without warning, and without any respect to
my circumstances.
No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal
teeth.
It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects
she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner
and stalked me as I reached under the sink.
And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the
toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly
rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten
hanging from my masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men,
in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from
experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and
cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.
The impact knocked me out cold. When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics
stood over me. Now here are not many things in this life worse than
finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor buck naked in front of a
group of "been-there, done-that" paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were
all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while
trying to suppress their hysterical laughter.... .and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back
in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of
me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to
talk about. Which it was.
"What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"
If they only knew! |
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参加活动：新鲜出炉的Corolla的故事 (2013-6-11) idog8818 
发表于 2010-6-4 17:14
thanks a lot.