Jokes

“Chuck, stop telling jokes,” Glenda said sternly.
“Why?” I asked.
“They don’t travel well.”
I had just seen our room steward in the hallway as we were going to dinner. She was about to clean our room.
“We tried to keep the room neat, but after all, I did throw a pretty big party in our stateroom.”
“A party?” asked the housekeeper, wide-eyed.
“Yes, but don’t worry I stashed the elephants and the dancing girls in a place you’ll never find them.”
“Elephants? Dancing girls?”
That’s when Glenda said, “Stop telling jokes.”

This morning at breakfast we were all excited about coming to Kodiak Island.
“I hope I see a Kodiak bear,” said another passenger as the waiter poured my coffee.
“I hope I don’t,” I said. “If I see a bear, I’ll run the other way. Of course, I don’t have to outrun the bear. I’ll just have to outrun Glenda,” I quipped.
Our waiter from Ghana stopped pouring my coffee.
“Is this an American joke?” he asked.

I think Glenda may be right. My jokes may not travel well.Read more