One of my friends works in the customer service call centre of a national pager company. He deals with the usual complaints regarding poor pager operation, as well as the occasional crank callers demanding to be paged less often, more often, or by more interesting people.
The best call came from a man who repeatedly complained that he kept being paged by Lucille. He was instructed that he would have to call her and tell her to stop paging him.
“She never leaves her number, so I can’t call her back,” he said.
After three such calls, someone thought to ask how he knew it was Lucille if she didn’t leave a number.
“She leaves her name,” was the reply.
After establishing that the customer had a numericonly pager, the light bulb came on.
“How does she spell her name?” the service rep asked.
Another problem solved.
There was a man in the middle of the desert and his car broke down.
He started walking and came to a monastery, where he asked them if he could borrow a mule.
The monks lent him one, and they explained that he has to say “Thank the Lord” to make it go and “Amen” to make it stop.
So the man said, “Thank the Lord, thank the Lord and thank the Lord!” and the mule took off.
He was coming to the edge of a cliff and he forgot how to make it stop.
Finally, at the very edge he remembered, “Amen!”
The guy was so relieved that he shouted, “Thank the Lord!”
Compiled by Usama Rasheed