As I may have mentioned before, I live in a predominantly Polish neighborhood. As usual, I was late for work today, so I took a later bus. I get on the bus, say hello to the bus driver, who is this kinda good looking thirty-something African American male, and I sit down. Near the front of the bus is this little old Polish lady, chatting away with the driver, as a lot of people do...

"How long have you been doing this route?" asked the lil lady.

"For a couple months," answers the driver.

"Do a lot of people try to speak to you in Polish?"

"A couple times people have tried explaining things to me in Polish."

"Oh, do you speak any Polish?"

"No ma'am, I don't."

"You're a good looking young man, are you married?'

"No, I'm not."

"Aww, that's a shame. You'll find someone someday. So you don't speak Polish, eh?"

"No ma'am. I'm not Polish."

"No, I guess not!" lil lady exclaims.

"I'm Irish," he says. And then he looks at her and winks.

Then the lady lets out a big wallop of a laugh. "Ha! You're a good one, you are. I'm happy you're my driver. That's my good laugh for the day."

Yeah...it was mine, too!

Posted by Yano at May 8, 2003 03:10 PM

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