The obit editor informs her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word.
She pauses, reflects and then she says. Well then, let it read “Angus MacPherson died.”
Amused at the woman’s thrift, the editor tells her that there is a seven-word minimum for all obituaries.
She thinks it over and in a few seconds says, In that case, let it read…………… “Angus MacPherson died. Golf clubs for sale.”
The Dreaded Phone Call from the Boss
Boss: Is everything OK at the office?
Me: It’s all under control. It’s been a very busy day. I haven’t stopped to take a break all day.
Boss: Can you do me a favor?
Me: Of course, What is it?
Boss: Pick up the pace a little, I’m in the foursome behind you!