Years ago I submitted a true funny story to Reader’s Digest. At the time, it was $100 a pop if accepted.
I didn’t hear back from them.
What I’m about to write isn’t it, but I think it’s funny too.
Not long after my brother moved to the US, one afternoon a man came to the house. My bother, home alone, answered the door.
His English wasn’t very good at the time, but he got the gist of
their conversation. So the man’s father was the developer who built the
house, and the son was now in the trade. He came to ask the residence,
my brother, if he liked the house.
My brother gladly gave him feedback, but one thing bothered him when the man first introduced himself.
“I know you are a developer. You build houses. But why are you a banker?”
“Banker is my last name.”
I can’t find the funny story I submitted years ago, so I start from scratch. Here goes.
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A friend from Taiwan newly arrived in New Haven, Connecticut to
attend his grad school. I told him I could show him around Boston
because he was just one state over.
“It’s Exit 30,”
he told me where his dorm was off route 95. “I can see the sign
from my room,” he assured me.
I was skeptical
however, because according to the map, Yale University was nowhere
near Exit 30. I drove down anyway, and of course I didn’t take Exit
30. I found his place nonetheless. After our dinner, off we went back
to Boston.
“Look! It’s Exit
30,” he pointed at the sign when we were on 95 driving by an exit.
