Just before Christmas I was shopping at a toy faire in Worcester.
I glanced to my left and caught sight of a queue at the doll counter; they were waiting for the shelves to be restocked with Mattel dolls. As I looked I realised that in the queue was a good friend of mine. Knowing Lennie well I was sure that he had no daughters nor did he have any nieces so I wondered why he should want to buy a doll at Christmas time.
“Hey, Lennie,” I cried, “I hadn’t realised you collected dolls.”
“I don’t,” he replied laughing.
“Really,” I queried, “then you must be buying a Christmas present then?”
“No, not at all, my friend,” responded Lennie, his eyes twinkling merrily.
“If you don’t mind my asking then Lennie,” I said, “Why exactly are you standing in this particular queue?”
“Oh that,” he giggled. “It’s like this, my mate,” he mused, “I’ve never been able to resist a Barbie queue.”
One day a father gets out of work, and on his way home he suddenly remembers that it’s his daughter’s birthday.
He dashes over to a toy shop and asks the sales person: “How much for one of those Barbies in the display window?”
The salesperson returns: “Which one do you mean, Sir? We have Work Out Barbie for $19.95, Shopping Barbie for $19.95, Beach Barbie for $19.95, Disco Barbie for $19.95, Ballerina Barbie for $19.95, Astronaut Barbie for $19.95, Skater Barbie for $19.95, and Divorced Barbie for $199.95.”
The amazed father asks: “How much?! Why is the divorced Barbie $199.95 and the others only $19.95?”
The annoyed salesperson sighs and answers: “Sir, the other Barbies only come with an outfit. Divorced Barbie comes with: Ken’s Car, Ken’s House, Ken’s Boat, Ken’s Furniture, Ken’s Computer and one of Ken’s best friends.”
The teacher asks Joanie,
“If you had a million dollars and gave away one quarter and another quarter and then another quarter, how much would you have left?”
Joanie replies, “A million dollars minus 75 cents.”
