Murphy and his wife went for a stroll in the park. They sat down on a bench to rest for a while. Soon they overheard voices coming from a secluded spot nearby. Suddenly, Mrs. Murphy realizes that a young man is about to propose. Not wanting to be eavesdropping during such an intimate moment, she gently nudges her husband and whispers, “Whistle, to let that young couple know that someone can hear them.”
To which Murphy replies, “Whistle? Why should I whistle? Nobody whistled to warn me?”
Spanish never came easily to my sister. Still, she did her best to communicate with the Spanish-speaking staff at the restaurant she managed. But when she made mistakes-and she made a lot – she’d apologize by saying, “Me estupido.”
Finally, a staffer took pity on her. “Susanna, you’re not estupido,” she said, bucking up my sister’s ego. “You are a woman,” she continued. “So you are estupida.”
I’ve been trying to say ‘I love you’ more often, starting this morning. I said it to my family before I left the house. And then to my barista. And then to her manager, when the barista complained that one of the customers was making her uncomfortable.