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Grave Service
> ==============
> As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a
> graveside service in a new cemetery for a derelict man (with no
> family or friends) who had died while traveling through the
> area.
> The cemetery was way back in the country. This man would be the
> first to be laid to rest at this new cemetery.
> As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost.
> Being the typical man I didn't stop for directions. And when I
> finally arrived an hour late, I saw a crew and a backhoe, but
> the hearse was nowhere in sight.
> The workmen were eating lunch. I apologized for my tardiness,
> but the workers just looked puzzled. I stepped to the side of
> the open grave, to find the vault lid already in place.
> I assured the workers I would not hold them long, but this was
> the proper thing to do.
> As the workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I
> poured out my heart and soul.
> As I preached, the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the
> Lord" and "Glory," (they must have all been Baptist).
> I preached, and I preached, like I'd never preached before. I
> began from Genesis and worked all the way through to Revelation.
> I preached for 45 minutes.
> It was a long service. Finally, I closed in prayer and it was
> finished.
> As I was walking to my car, I felt that I had done my duty and I
> would leave with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication, in
> spite of my tardiness.
> As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard
> one of the workers saying to another...
> "Ya know, I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, but I
> ain't never seen anything like that before
I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY", then he would tell me to take a few days off. So I hung upside down from the ceiling
and made funny noises.
My coworker (who's blonde) asked me what I was
doing. I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off. A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you doing?"
I told him I was a light bulb. He said "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days." I jumped down and walked out of the
office. When my coworker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss said to her, "And where do you think you're going?"
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.
.
.
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.She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark!"
> ==============
> As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a
> graveside service in a new cemetery for a derelict man (with no
> family or friends) who had died while traveling through the
> area.
> The cemetery was way back in the country. This man would be the
> first to be laid to rest at this new cemetery.
> As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost.
> Being the typical man I didn't stop for directions. And when I
> finally arrived an hour late, I saw a crew and a backhoe, but
> the hearse was nowhere in sight.
> The workmen were eating lunch. I apologized for my tardiness,
> but the workers just looked puzzled. I stepped to the side of
> the open grave, to find the vault lid already in place.
> I assured the workers I would not hold them long, but this was
> the proper thing to do.
> As the workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I
> poured out my heart and soul.
> As I preached, the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the
> Lord" and "Glory," (they must have all been Baptist).
> I preached, and I preached, like I'd never preached before. I
> began from Genesis and worked all the way through to Revelation.
> I preached for 45 minutes.
> It was a long service. Finally, I closed in prayer and it was
> finished.
> As I was walking to my car, I felt that I had done my duty and I
> would leave with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication, in
> spite of my tardiness.
> As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard
> one of the workers saying to another...
> "Ya know, I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, but I
> ain't never seen anything like that before
I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY", then he would tell me to take a few days off. So I hung upside down from the ceiling
and made funny noises.
My coworker (who's blonde) asked me what I was
doing. I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off. A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you doing?"
I told him I was a light bulb. He said "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days." I jumped down and walked out of the
office. When my coworker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss said to her, "And where do you think you're going?"
.
.
.
.
.
.She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark!"
