In a very respectable hotel the old bloke in charge of the cloakroom had been in the job for years and never bothered to give a ticket when coats were handed over to him.A reporter got interested in him and asked the manager how the old geezer kept track of so many coats without dockets.
“Oh, don’t worry about old Ted. He’s been doing the job for years. Never had a complaint,” said the manager.
The reporter decided to put him to the test on the next busy Saturday night. When leaving he asked for his coat and when he received it he said, “How do you know if this is my coat?”
“I don’t,” replied Ted.
“Then why did you give it to me?” said the reporter with a hint of triumph.
“Because that’s the coat you gave to me, sir,” said Ted.
The lovers were entwined in a passionate embrace on the loungeroom floor when suddenly a car was heard coming up the driveway.
“Quick!” the woman shrieked.
“That will be my husband. He’s a policeman and he’s twice as big as you.”
Her companion hopped about frantically and said, “Where’s the back door?”
“We haven’t got one,” she replied.
“Well, tell me quickly,” he said, “where would you like one?”
[Excerpted from the 'Igniting Innovation' edition of The Braindancer Series of bookazines by Dilip Mukerjea. All the images in this post are the intellectual property of Dilip Mukerjea.]
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