> An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies > of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian > anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering his remaining > strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he > slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, > gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. > > With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the > kitchen. Where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself > already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen > table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette sprinkled cookies. > > Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted > Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy > man? > > Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, > landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the > wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing > him back to life. > > The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of > the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his > wife....."Back off!" she said, they're for the funeral."
1 Bob Smith, my assistant programmer, can always be found 2 hard at work at his desk. He works independently, without 3 wasting company time talking to colleagues. Bob never 4 thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and always 5 finishes given assignments on time. Often he takes extended 6 measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee 7 breaks. Bob is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no 8 vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound 9 knowledge in his field. I firmly believe that Bob can be 10 classed as an asset employee, the type which cannot be 11 dispensed with. Consequently, I recommend that Bob be 12 promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be 13 executed as soon as possible.
Addendum:
That idiot was standing over my shoulder while I wrote the report sent to you earlier today. Kindly re-read only the odd numbered lines.
The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists...2 men and a woman.
For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances.
Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. "Kill her!!!"
The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife."
The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes.
Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."
The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow "This gun is loaded with blanks", she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."