A gentleman visited the house of a friend. The butler, an Irishman, acted very kindly toward him. He waited upon him at dinner, brushed his clothes, and saw him into his carriage. The gentleman, who was very miserly, never offered a tip, so, as a little reminder, Pat said to him: “Faith, sor, if you lose your purse on the way, remember you didn’t pull it out hereabouts.”
JUST THAT QUICK?
Casey reached heaven in good time.
“Hello, St. Peter,” said he, “’tis a foine job you have.”
“Right, Casey. ’Tis a great place here. We count a million years as a minute and a million dollars as a cent.”
“Is that so,” said Casey, wonderingly. “Well, it’s money I need. Well you lend me a cent, St. Peter?”
“Sure,” replied St. Peter. “In a minute.”