A grandmother told her grandson how she ended up marrying Grandpa.
I was in my 20s and the man I was dating left for war.
“We were in love,” she recalled, “and wrote to each other every week.
“It was during that time that the I discovered how wonderful your grandfather was.”
“Did you marry Grandpa when he came home from the war?”
The little boy asked to his grandmother
“Oh, I didn’t marry the man who wrote the letters. Your grandfather was the mailman.”
An old French lady was the owner of a small shop in her village for years until one day a huge corporate supermarket set up across the road from her little shop:
They put up signs advertising their prices, which included one that said: Butter – 10 euros
The old lady responded by adding a sign to her own window: Butter – 9 euros
The next day, the big supermarket had a new sign: Butter – 8 euros
Sure enough, the day after the lady’s sign now read: Butter – 7 euros
This went on for a while until eventually one of the lady’s customers pointed to the sign and said,
“Madame, you cannot keep your prices so low for long. These big companies can use their buying power to sell products cheaper, but a little store like yours can never compete.”
In response, the old lady bent forward conspiratorially and muttered,
“Monsieur, I don’t even sell butter.”
