The Clever Taxi Driver

 A man entered a taxi and told the driver to take him to the best hotel in town.

Man: “But wait, do you know who I am?”

Driver: “No, sir.”

Man: “I am the son of the Minister of Transport!”

Driver (without hesitation): “Ahh! That’s great! Do you know who I am?”

Man: “No.”

Driver: “I am the son of the owner of this taxi!”

Man: “What does that mean?”

Driver: “It means we are both useless children living on our fathers’ sweat!”

Man: “Stop the car! Let me out!”

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