JEST FOR FUN

The manager at the restaurant where my friend worked was a friendly, jovial man. But there was one subject you didn’t dare discuss in front of him, his height. Or, should I say... his very obvious lack of it. One day he stormed through the front door and announced angrily, “Someone just picked my pocket!” Most of the waitresses were speechless, except for one who just had to blurt out. . . “How could anyone stoop so low?”