A man rents a room, and pays extra on the condition the landlady prepare his work lunch every day.
So on the first day, she packs him a sandwich on normal sandwich bread, using the last night’s leftovers of meatloaf, adding in some fruit and a bottle of soda. When he comes home, he politely tells her that it wasn’t quite enough food for him.
The next day, she makes two sandwiches (turkey this time), and adds a container of salad, some crackers and peanut butter, and a slice of cake. That night, he told her most apologetically that while the food was delicious, he found himself still hungry, and could she possibly put in a little more tomorrow?
The next day, she uses long slices of sourdough bread to construct a pair of huge sandwiches, and includes crackers and peanut butter, chips and dip, and veggies and ranch dressing, and a whole 2-liter of soda. That night, he smiles very kindly, and tells her it was almost enough food.
The next day – throwing caution to the wind, and idly wondering if she’s feeding his entire workplace – she cuts a loaf of bread in half and stuffs it with pounds of meat and cheese, an entire head of lettuce, tomatoes, onions, other vegetables, sauces: everything!
That night, he fixes her with a dry look and says, “So, I see we’re back down to one sandwich?”
A retired Army General moves into a new apartment after quitting service.
Over the next few weeks, his new neighbors realized that on the weekends he would return to his apartment at 2am very drunk, remove his left boot and slam it on the floor, remove his right boot and slam it on the floor even harder and then go to sleep.
Since the force of these thunderous slams was enough to wake up almost everyone around him, and this was a family complex no less, the neighbors decided to go to his house and confront him about this one morning.
“Mr. General Sir, thank you for your service to our country, and we welcome you to our apartment complex.”
“Thank you”
“Sir, we realize that serving the country for so long can really take a toll on someone, and we want you to enjoy your retirement…”
“Okay?”
“But, sir, can you please, kindly, not slam your boots down in the middle of the night once you return home on the weekends? It’s waking us and our kids up.”
“Oh! I didn’t know that. I am sorry for waking all of you up like that, how stupid of me, it won’t happy again.”
“Thank you so much, sir”
The next weekend the General returns home drunk and sits on his bed. He removes his left boot and slams it on the floor; removes his right boot and- “Wait a minute… this is what they were talking about, isn’t it?” he says to himself in his drunken stupor. He gently places the right boot next to the left one and goes to bed.
An hour or so later the General wakes up to the sounds of the doorbell ringing continuously and heavy knocking on his door. He gets up, waddles over to the door and opens it to find a group of his neighbors standing outside in their nightclothes –
“SIR! Can you please just slam the other boot already so we can all get some sleep!!?”
