I went to see a movie the other night.
I sat in an aisle seat as I usually do because it feels a little roomier. Just as the feature was about to start, a blond from the center of the row got up and started working her way out.
“Excuse me, sorry, oops, excuse me, pardon me, gotta hurry, oops, excuse me.” By the time she got to me, I was trying to look around her and I was a little impatient, so I said, “Couldn’t you have done this a little earlier?”
“No!” she said in a loud whisper. “The ‘Turn Off Your Phone’ message just flashed up on the screen and mine is in the car.”
A blonde by any other name.
A blonde walked into an electronics store and said to the salesmen: “I want that TV.” The salesperson shook his head and said, “No, we don’t sell to blondes.”
So the blonde left and came back with her hair dyed brown and said: “I’ll take that TV.” Again the salesman said: “No, we don’t sell to blondes.”
So she left again and came back with a hat, a fake nose and with her hair dyed black and said: “I want that TV.” But the salesman still said: “sorry, we don’t sell to blondes.”
Finally the blonde got fed up and said, “That’s it! How do you keep guessing I’m a blonde?!” she asked.
“Because that’s a microwave.