“They are to keep your shirt done up” he replied.
A class of third graders are sitting down at their desks one morning when their teacher walks in.
“Good morning class, today we’ll be working on our English. Can someone use the word Fascinate in a sentence for me?”
Little girl in the front row raises her hand high, squirming in her seat. “The stars last night were fascinating.”
Teacher looks at her and says,”Close, I want you to use the word Fascinate.”
A boy near the middle of the room stands up and says,”I’m fascinated by the ocean and it’s creatures.”
“That’s still not the answer I’m looking for.” The teacher says. “Can anyone give me an example of Fascinate in a sentence.”
A quiet boy in the back stands up, clears his throat and says,”My grandmother came over last night wearing her new dress. It has ten buttons in the the front but her boobies are so big she can only fasten eight of them.”
He goes to court and is sentenced to death by the electric chair. Before going to the chair he asks for a banana, it is given to him and he sits down in the chair, the operator presses the button and... The chair does nothing, so he is let free. The next day he runs over two people, he once again is sentenced to death but this time he asks for two bananas. He is given them, when the operator presses the button, the chair does nothing, so he is set free once more. The next day he runs over three people, he is sentenced to death a third time but the operator says to him, no more bananas, this time you will die. So he sits down on the electric chair and the operator presses the button, but nothing happens, so for the final time, he is set free. Later he tells his friend, "it wasn't about the bananas, I'm just a bad conductor"
One says to the other 'I bet I can get dressed faster than you'
So each hurriedly puts their socks on, followed by their underwear and trousers, both at the same time.
Now the hard part! Each fumbled frantically with their buttoned shirts, quickly but painstakingly ensuring that each button was right - a minute or so later each finished the last button at the same time.
The heat was on! It was all down to the last item of clothing!
It was a tie.
My dad just recounted me this lovely tale.
My dad's been a bit sick, this morning he went to open his phone and accidentally held the button down too long because he was coughing, then this happened:
Dad: cough blurgh cough
Siri: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that
Dad: of course not, Phone's can't get sick.
It had its ups and downs. There was this kid who would come in and try to interfere with my job. Man, he really knew how to push my buttons.
We were laying down and she poked at my belly button. The following conversation ensued.
Her: "Do you know anyone that has an outie?"
Me: "Nope! Do you?"
Her: "Yeah, my mom drives one."
Needless to say she gets me way more than I do to her.
Just got back from shopping for new work clothes with my girlfriend. She picked out two button-down shirts for me to consider. The first was a blue-green color. I told her it wouldn't work because it doesn't match most of my ties.
The second shirt was solid gray. "You could wear a lot of your ties with this color," she said.
"True," I said. "But wearing more than one would look kind of silly."
I apologize for this wall of text, I didn't know where I should cut out parts because they're all relevant to the story. Sorry again.
Hey TFR people! So for background, I work at a kiosk in a mall where I repair cracked phones and do other mind numbing work that I can now probably do in my sleep. I've been doing this job for a little over two years and can fix an iPhone, for example, in about 15 minutes. I apologize for the wall of text. Anyway, this story happened last night.
So, a family of three walk up (mother, father and daughter) but only the father spoke to me and this is where conversation starts. Note: When I was handed this girls phone she had a case with this image on it and was already about to laugh. Customer will be C and I of course will be Me.
C: How much does it cost to fix my daughters phone and can it be fixed?
Me: Oh it's very repairable, after tax and labor, it comes to $xxx.xx.
C: Do it
Fuck, he's one of these guys...
Me: Alright then, I just need a name and signature on this disclaimer we have.
At this point, I've taken their phone and am prepping to work on it.
C: Do I have to use my real name?
PAUSE Now, over the 2+ years I've worked here, I have never heard this question. So I was kind of taken by surprise by it. For a minute, I thought he was one of those paranoid people. PLAY
Me: Um.. Well I guess you don't have to. It's preferred since we can look you up in our system faster later.
C: Oh ok.
I turn back around and start to use my tools on the phone when customer guy throws me another curve ball question.
C: Can my daughter still play the piano when this is done?
I manage to turn and see him smirking a little and go back to his serious poker face so I pick up that he's joking.
Me: Well I would hope so. Slight laughter
C: Oh ok great! She's never even touched one before so it's good to hear her skill won't change in the slightest.
I'm on the verge of outright laughing at this point. I manage to hold it back and finish my repair. I snap her grumpy cat case back on, hand her phone back when she mentions the home button isn't working.
Oh that's an easy fix
Me: Ah, don't worry. Give me one second and I'll have that fixed.
C: One. Try it now "Insert girls name"
Me: Haha well I haven't done what I need to yet.
I pull out a giant clear bag half full of spare parts.
**
... keep reading on reddit ➡In clinic today a female patient was admiring our MA's tattoos and said she had a large tattoo of a snake from her belly button, across her hip, and down to her tailbone. MA apprehensively said yes when asked if she wanted to see it.
Lady lifts up her shirt and... No tattoo.
Patient: "do you see it"?
MA: "no"
Patient: "well then it must have went back in it's hole"!
She was like 60+ years old. Priceless.
I was helping my grandmother with one of those elevators for the elderly and the disabled, and in order to make it go up, I had to keep a button pressed down.
Me: Hey, dad! Look at how good I am at this. Perhaps I should get job as an elevator operator.
Dad: Son, don't go down that road, it's not a good job.
Me: And why is that?
Dad: I heard it has lots of ups and downs!
Taking the elevator up with her, she brings up how back in the day there used to be someone whos job it was to ride the elevators all day and push the button for you.
I say, that must have been a pretty boring job.
Grandma shoots right back with, yeah it had its up and downs.
We were at church one sunday when someone spilled tea all over my new button down shirt. I immediately asked "What do you think this is, a T-Shirt"?
I was a young teenager, hanging out with my cousins at a family wedding. We were dressed in our finest: button-down shirts and ties (a rare thing for some of us). It was the middle of the photo shoot, so we had to wait around for our turn.
My uncle sees us, bored out of our minds, and asks if we wanted to have a "tie race." Seeing our puzzled expressions, he demonstrated by rolling up his tie from the bottom to the top like a cinnamon roll.
We got the idea immediately, rolling up our ties as well. Everyone had their own strategy: some rolled theirs tighter, others looser. Some rolled up the tail, others didn't. Some had clip-ons.
On the count of three, we released our ties to see whose unrolled the fastest. We all looked around, trying to decide who actually won the race, when my uncle declared:
It's a tie!
Me (looking down at my shirt and not seeing anything wrong): "?!"
Dad: "Oh it's buttons..."
I'm home for the holidays so I was lying down in my room when suddenly my brother and father burst in! My brother is holding a tape measure.
They say "Hey, check out this new physics we've invented!" while my brother fiddles with the tape measure.
I looked up and with a mixture of horror and resignation I asked "What?"
"It's the principle of BELLYTIVITY!" while stretching the tape measure between their belly buttons.
Cackling they both ran out of the room.
I'm stuck here for five more weeks. I don't think I'm gonna make it.
This guy comes in all the time; he's a bit older, i'd wager around 70 or so, and he's always wearing these awesome bolo ties with sick button-down-shirts that have turtle patterns on them. None of this is relevant to the joke but i feel it necessary to at least give a bit of background.
Any way, he comes in, orders his pictures and when he came back to pick them up, he goes: "Hey, did I tell you what the hat said to the hat rack?" "Whaaa?" " 'Alight, you stay here, I'll go on a head' "
"I was planning on wearing a button-down shirt, and then I saw that it didn't have a clasp in the middle. I had no belly button"
He said, “They are used to keep your shirt closed.”
copilot: they keep your shirt closed
