• Fastest Worker

    Santa got a part time job at the Chandigarh Post Office. The first assignment his supervisor gave him was the job of sorting the mail.

    Santa separated the letters so fast that his motions were literally a blur. Extremely pleased by this, the supervisor approached Santa at the end of his first day.

    "I just want you to know," the supervisor said, "that I'm very pleased with the job you did today. You're one of the fastest workers we've ever had."

    "Thank you, Sir" said Santa, beaming, "and tomorrow I'll try to do even better."

    "Better?" the supervisor asked with astonishment. "How can you possibly do any better than you did today?"

    Santa replied, "Tomorrow I'm going to read the addresses."
  • Santa in Chandigarh

    Santa was visiting Chandigarh for the first time. He wanted to see the Rock Garden.

    Unfortunately, he couldn't find it, so he asked a police officer for directions, "Excuse me, officer, how do I get to the Rock Garden?"

    The officer replied, "Wait here at this bus stop for the number 46 bus. It'll take you right there."

    He thanked the officer and the officer drove off. Three hours later the police officer returned to the same area and, sure enough, Santa is still waiting at the same bus stop.

    The officer got out of his car and said, "Excuse me, but to get to the Rock Garden, I said to wait here for the number 46 bus. That was three hours ago. Why are you still waiting?"

    Santa replied, "Don't worry, officer, it won't be long now. The 43rd bus just went by!"
  • Body odor

    It was a really hot day at the office. There were about twenty people in close quarters and everyone was sweating, even with a fan on.
    All of a sudden, people started to wrinkle their noses at an odor passing through the air. It was the most hideous smell anyone had ever smelt.
    One man said, "Uh oh, someone's deodorant isn't working."
    Santa from the distant corner replied, "It can't be me. I'm not wearing any."
  • Fishing

    Santa was walking through Rose Garden in Chandigarh and was astonished to see an old man, fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of red roses. "Tsk Tsk!" said Santa to himself. "What a sad sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help."
    So he walked up to the old man and asked, "What are you doing, my friend?"
    "Fishing, sir."
    "Fishing, well how would you like to come have a drink with me?"
    The old man stood put his rod away and followed the kind stranger to the corner bar. He ordered a large glass of Scotch, snacks and a fine cigar.
    Santa felt good about helping the old man, and he asked, "Tell me, old friend, how many did you catch today?"
    The old fellow took a long drag on the cigar, blew a careful smoke ring and replied, "You are the fourth today, sir!"
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