Lost In Translation

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Are you driven by your head or your heart?

Neither. It’s usually the Hub, as I don’t have a licence.

That reminds me of some South African-speak: Afrikaans traffic cops who speak English better than I ever spoke Afrikaans, were renowned for asking the drivers they stopped, Did you got a licence?

Another favourite of mine, which I know I’ve shared before but it makes me laugh so much I have to share it again, is the Afrikaans for ‘christening’, doop diens.  It translates literally as ‘dip service’.

If you don’t find that funny I have to ask, did you got a sense of humour?

Can anger be constructive?

This prompt made me so mad I decided to write about it.

Do you blog anonymously or do you blog as “yourself” and why?

I am semi-anonymous in that I use a pseudonym, but as all of my comments and subscriptions use my email address with my actual name, it’s not hard to discover who I am, if you feel so inclined.

Why an alias?

Because I don’t want to embarrass my son, the future Prime Minister and World Despot and my son, the future not sure yet but bound to be successful and famous because he is my son, after all.

Joke 145

A man was pulled over for speeding down the highway; the officer came to the driver’s window and said, “Sir, may I see your driver’s licence and registration?”

The man said, “Well, officer, I don’t have a licence; it was taken away for a DUI.”

The officer, surprised, said,”Do you have a registration for the vehicle?”

The man replied, “No sir, the car is not mine; I stole it.  But I am pretty sure I saw a registration card in the glove box when I put the gun in it.”

The officer stepped back.  “There is a gun in the glove box?”

The man sighed and said, “Yes sir, I used it to kill the woman who owns the car, before I stuffed her in the trunk.”

The officer moved towards the back of the car and said,” Sir, do not move; I am calling for backup.” The officer called for backup and about ten minutes later another highway patrolman arrived. He walked up to the window and asked the man for his driver’s licence and registration.

The man said,”Yes, officer, here it is, right here.”

Everything checked out so the officer said, “Is there a gun in the glove box sir?”

The man laughed and said,” No, officer; why would there be a gun in the glove box?” He opened the glove box and showed him that there was no gun. The second officer asked him to open the trunk because he had reason to believe that there was a body in it. The man opened the trunk: no dead body.

The second officer said, “Sir, I don’t understand.  The officer who pulled you over said that you did not have a licence; the car was stolen; there was a gun in the glove box; and a dead body in the trunk.”

The man looked the officer in the eyes and said, “Yeah; and I’ll bet he said I was speeding too.”