Mary Poppins was traveling home, but due to worsening weather, she decided to stop at a hotel for the night.
She approached the receptionist and asked for a room for the night.
“Certainly madam”, he replied courteously.
“Is the restaurant open still?” inquired Mary.
“Sorry, no,” came the reply, “but room service is available all night. Would you care to select something from this menu?”
Mary smiled and took the menu and perused it. “Hmm, I would like cauliflower cheese please,” said Mary.
“Certainly madam,” he replied.
“And can I have breakfast in bed?” asked Mary politely. The receptionist nodded and smiled. “In that case, I would love a couple of poached eggs please,” Mary mused. After confirming the order, Mary signed in and went up to her room for the night.
The night passed uneventfully and next morning Mary came down early to check out.
The same guy was still on the desk.
“Morning madam…sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you,” Mary replied.
“Food to your liking?”
“Well, I have to say the cauliflower cheese was exceptional, I don’t think I have had better. Shame about the eggs tho….they really weren’t that nice at all,” replied Mary truthfully.
“Oh…well, perhaps you could contribute these thoughts to our Guest Comments Book. We are always looking to improve our service and would value your opinion,” said the receptionist.
“OK, I will…thanks!” replied Mary….who checked out, then scribbled a comment into the book. Waving, she left to continue her journey.
Curious, the receptionist picked up the book to see the comment Mary had written.
“Supercauliflowercheesebuteggswerequiteatrocious!”
A woman found herself standing at the Pearly Gates. St Peter greeted her and said,
“These are the Gates to Heaven, my dear. But you must do one more thing before you can enter.”
The woman was very excited, and asked of St. Peter what she must do.
“Spell any four-letter word,” St. Peter replied.
The woman promptly replied, “Then the word I will spell is love. L-O-V-E.”
St. Peter said, “Good, you do not have a dirty mind.” Then he welcomed her in, and asked her if she would mind taking his place at the gates for a few minutes while he took a break. So the woman is left sitting in St Peter’s chair when a man approaches the gates, and she realizes it is her husband.
“What happened?” she cried, “Why are you here?”
Her husband stared at her for a moment, then said, “I was so upset when I left your funeral, I got in an accident. Did I really make it to heaven?”
“Not yet,” she replied, “You must spell a word first.”
“What word?” he asked.
The woman responded, “Czechoslovakia.”
