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A bit of prick teaser that one.

Yes you are Dave.

Over the past 8 weeks I've been travelling around America via Greyhound buses. Not the best mode of transport, but it's cheap and the passengers are interesting to say the least. I sat next to one girl and after about 15 minutes of conversation she asked me where I was from. I told her and she couldn't believe it.



She'd never left Texas and had never spoken to a 'non-American' person - not even a Mexican apparently. She then went on a bizarre question and answer session regarding such foods as; Pigs Intestine, Bulls balls, Horses Balls.. the balls of many other farm animals and the insides of other such creatures.. She also asked if England still had the Royal Family and 'which one was on it now?' .. She finally ended the rambling with an explanation why her father was in Jail and she wasn't and that most of her cousins are on probation.



I said about 4 words the whole time she was on this mad verbal rampage. It all went quiet - and then I asked her if she'd ever eaten a cheese and onion pasty. Turns out that's one of the few things she hadn't eaten - never heard of it in fact and couldn't quite grasp cheese with onion, in a pastry.



It was at this point I bowed out of the madness and chatted to a Nigerian fella across the seats about Wigan Rugby League.

We were were in Florida once and this couple started talking to me. They mentioned they'd driven down from Georgia (the adjacent state). They asked where I had come from to which I replied "London, England" to make it easy for them. They then asked "Did you drive?" to which I replied in a matter of fact way "I thought about it but then thought the Atlantic might be a problem, so we flew." They did not see or even remotely suspect any irony.

I fell asleep on a bench outside St. Helens town hall once on a cold frost night wearing only a t-shirt and jeans. Thankfully a passing lad woke me up but it was then I discovered that my bargain box of chicken had been nicked.

I was at the wrong side of London.

Shoeless, pished, persisting down with rain, and no coin in my pocket.

In the 80's when my dad was a coal miner at the prince of wales in pontefract, he had a mate who one day had a accident that resulted in his finger being ripped clean off. top side the doctor says to his mates that if they can find the finger they can re-attach. Mates of his go back down to look for the missing digit and after a time find the prodder on the floor near the machine. one of my dads mates puts it in an empty salt and vinegar crisp packet and jump on the train to the top. on the train

the man with the crisp packet is sat with the last shift of men, thinking it a joke he asks one of the guys if he'd like a crisp, the guy picks the finger up, yells and knock the packet with finger into the dark abyss never to bee seen again. i only hope the person missing this finger is not reading. but it make me laugh

I came home from work one day to a big hole in the front door, as I walked in I asked “What’s happened to the door?”



My son replied very quickly whilst pointing to his sister.

“Its her fault, I threw a brick at her and she ducked!”

We were on holiday once staying on the first floor, we’d been there about a week and never even set foot in the lift, then one day on returning from the beach, as we arrived at the stairway I saw the lift open, I ran and jokingly shouted I’ll race you, I jumped into the lift quickly turned round pressed number one, the lift set off and I was stood there with my nose against the lift door in anticipation of needing a quick exit to ensure victory. The lift stopped, I was ready to pounce as soon as the doors opened........ nothing happened, I pressed the door open button, still nothing happened, I heard the wife say, “Beat you!”



I pressed the button again, still nothing happened, I pressed number one, nothing, the wife said “Come on!”



“I can’t get out!” I replied, she just laughed, “Don’t laugh its not funny the lifts broke press the buttons on your side”, the damn woman was still laughing, I kicked the door, I was desperately trying to prise the doors open, at 30 plus degrees trapped in the lift, panic was starting to set in, I shouted for help, I pressed the alarm, the wife said “What you doing?”



“I’m trapped!” I told her, she was to hysterical to speak, "STOP LAUGHING" .



I could see a chink of light at the bottom of the doors, I was now on my hands and knees trying to desperately claw my way out of the lift, in between shouting for help through the smallest of gaps, I then heard a voice with a Spanish accent say “Most guests depart the lift via these doors behind you Sir”



As I turned around the doors were wide open and what appeared to be all the reception staff and about 10 guest all stood there laughing at me, no sign of the wife other than a water trail that lead to our room.

Many, many, many years ago when I was in one of my first jobs in a shop a young lad was taken on to help out in the stock room. One day one of the older hands said to him, "here is a fiver, get me a meat n tater pie and get yerself summat". He comes back a bit later with no pie and gave the fella a penny change. He asked him what was going on and the lad said "well they had no pies ready and you said get myself summat so I bought a t shirt for £4.99"