A 97-year-old man goes into the insurance and says to the insurer:
“Hello, my son. I want to have a life insurance policy.”
Perplexed by the old man, the insurer asks: “Sorry for the indiscretion, but why do you want to make life insurance?”
“You know my son I will travel with my father to Europe.”
Even more perplexed the insurer, asks: “Again, sorry, but how old is your father?”
“127. ”
“127? And what will you do in Europe?”
He answers: “We will go to my grandfather’s wedding.”
Even more shocked the insurer asks: “And how old is your grandfather?”
“He is … Oh, 150.”
And the insurer ready to hear everything now, asks: “Oh well, how come your grandfather wants to get married at this age?”
“Bullshit, you know his parents are pressing him!”
A man applied for a job as an insurance salesman.
Where the form requested “prior experience” he wrote “lifeguard.” That was it. Nothing else.
“We’re looking for someone who can not only sell insurance but who can sell himself as well,” said the hiring manager. “How does working as a lifeguard pertain to salesmanship?”
The man replied, “I couldn’t swim.”
He got the job.
My husband and I couldn’t decide which jacket to buy our granddaughter, so we asked the young salesman.
“If you were buying a jacket for your girlfriend,” I said, “what would you get?”
“A bulletproof one,” he said. “I’m married.”
