A very disturbed man sought his analyst and said, “I have developed a phobia that is ruining my work. Crowds make me violently sick.”
“What’s your business?” asked the doctor.
The patient said, “I’m a pick-pocket.”
A very disturbed man sought his analyst and said, “I have developed a phobia that is ruining my work. Crowds make me violently sick.”
“What’s your business?” asked the doctor.
The patient said, “I’m a pick-pocket.”
A corrupt minister used to write “NOT APPROVED” on all the papers that were sent to him by his assistants. He always left a significant space between NOT and APPROVED.
When the affected persons greased his palms, he would recall the file and just add an “E:” after NOT so that it became “NOTE: APPROVED”.
This was the beginning of eBusiness in Kenya.
It was three in the morning when a busker began playing his banjo outside the bedroom window of a wealthy tycoon.
Eventually the window was opened. “What do you think you are doing waking me up in the wee hours of the morning?”
“Listen, mate,” said the busker. “I don’t tell you how to run your business, so don’t tell me how to run mine!”