Luxor4u

For all you Golf tragics and all the others too. Gotta Love the Scots.

A Scottish woman goes to the local newspaper office to
arrange publication of a death notice for her recently
deceased husband.

The desk clerk informs her that there is a charge of
50 cents per word.

She pauses, reflects, and then says, "Well, then, let it
read, 'Angus MacPherson died'."

Amused at the woman's thrift, the clerk tells her that
there is a seven word minimum for all death notices.

She thinks it over and then says, "In that case, let it
read 'Angus MacPherson died. Golf clubs for sale'."

I assume that the Scottish woman was in a country that uses cents as part of its currency. ;-)

This is a true story in a similar vein.

My late brother was a policeman.He was working one Christmas Day and was called to a farm following report of a sudden death.The farmer had gone into the barn,had suffered a heart attack and died.
He and his colleague had to go back to the farmhouse and pass the tragic news on to his wife.

After her initial shock she turned to my brother and said..."I've just put out his Christmas dinner.Do you want it Officer?"

Waste not,want not!

The sad reality is I can see both my Grannie and Mother doing this!

Waste not, want not was the Motto I was raised with.