The son of a Saudi mogul goes to study in Europe.
One night, the phone rings at the house of his parents.
Dad: ‘How’s your life going, son?’
Son: ‘It’s going well, dad.’
Dad: ‘Is something wrong? You don’t sound happy.’
Son: ‘No Dad, everything’s fine. Berlin is wonderful, the people are nice and I really like it here.’
Dad: ‘Son, tell me the truth. I know something’s not right.’
Son: ‘Well dad, to be honest, I am a bit ashamed to drive to my college with my pure-gold Ferrari 599GTB when all my teachers and many fellow students travel by train.’
Dad: ‘My dear son, why didn’t you say so earlier? I will send you more funds this instant. Please stop embarrassing us and go and get yourself a train too.’
The blonde wife came home from her first day commuting into the city.
Her husband noticed she was looking a little peaked and asked, “Honey, are you feeling all right?”
“Not really,” she replied. “I’m nauseated from sitting backward on the train.”
“Poor dear,” he said. “Why didn’t you ask the person sitting across from you to switch seats for a while?”
“I couldn’t,” she replied, “there was no one there.”
An Irishman took his son to the bar on his birthday to buy him his first drink.
The father bought his son a stout, but he didn’t like it and didn’t want to drink it.
The father decided to drink it for him and ordered an ale instead.
He didn’t like it either.
So, the father drank it and ordered him a cider. Lager, cider, cream ale… he didn’t like any of them, so the father drank them and ordered whisky instead.
He didn’t like any of the Irish whiskeys the father ordered, so the old man drank them and decided to give up.
By the time they left the bar.
The father was so drunk he could barely push his son’s stroller home.
Lady: Is this my train?
Station Master: No, it belongs to the Railway Company.
Lady: Don’t try to be funny. I mean to ask if I can take this train to New Delhi.
Station Master: No Madam, I’m afraid it’s too heavy.
While I was working as a store Santa, a boy asked me for an electric train set.
“If you get your train,” I told him, “your dad is going to want to play with it too. Is that all right?”
The boy became very quiet.
So, moving the conversation along, I asked, “What else would you like Santa to bring you?”
He promptly replied, “Another train.”
