Wednesday, 29 June 2011

I'm sure you've heard this one, but ...

I was shucking the peas to go with the rissoles I'd made from the remnants of the roast chicken, when this sprang to mind from my schooldays:

A man sits down in a cafe and peruses the menu.  When the waiter arrives to take his order, the man says: "Pissoles and chips, please."

The waiter is aghast.  "I beg your pardon, sir?"

The customer points to the menu.  "That's what it says here.  Pissoles and chips.  And that's what I want."

The waiter peruses the menu, then his face lightens.  "Oh, I'm terribly sorry sir, there's been a typing error.  That P should be an R."

The customer shrugs.  "All right, I'll have R-soles and chips."


  1. Reminds me of Gatt-ox and Boll-o

  2. My mother used to amuse us kiddies with a similar one...about a non-English-speaker whose phrase of sheet house, for linen closet, caused great mirth in a district of outside toilets.

  3. Don't ask me. I have never had a sense of humour.