After the first seven years, the elders bring him in and ask for his two words. “Cold floors,” he says. They nod and
send him away.
Seven more years pass. They bring him back in and ask for his two words. He clears his throats and says, “Bad food.” They nod and send him away.
Seven more years pass. They bring him in for his two words. “I quit,” he says.
“That’s not surprising,” the elders say. “You’ve done nothing but complain since you got here.”
Fuming, the woman walks to the rear of the bus and sits down. She says to a man next to her, “The driver just insulted me!”
“That's awful!" the man replies. "You should go up there and tell him off. Go ahead, I’ll hold your monkey for you.''
The clerk examines the paper and politely tells the dog, “There are only nine words here. You could send another ‘Woof’ for the same price.”
“But,” the dog replies, “that would make no sense at all.”