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Spite
A man had for years employed a steady German workman. One day Jake came to him and asked to be excused from work the next day.
"Certainly, Jake," beamed the employer. "What are you going to do?"
"Vall," said Jake slowly. "I tink I must go by mein wife's funeral. She dies yesterday."
After the lapse of a few weeks Jake again approached his boss for a day off.
"All right, Jake, but what are you going to do this time?"
"Aber," said Jake, "I go to make me, mit mein fräulein, a wedding."
"What? So soon? Why, it's only been three weeks since you buried your wife."
"Ach!" replied Jake, "I don't hold spite long."
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