A little girl in first grade was doing very well especially in spelling.
One day she came home with new words to study for an upcoming test and she asked her mother to help. They came to the word “knit” and her mother asked her to spell it.
She said, “N-i-t.”
Her mother said, “No, try again.”
She said, very slowly, “N-i-t.”
Her mother said, “Now, honey, I know you know how to spell this word, try again.”
Very aggravated and very slowly, as if her mother was just not getting the whole picture, she spelled, “N-I-T!”
Finally, her mother told her that the correct spelling was k-n-i-t. The little girl looked at her mother, put her hands on her hips and said, “THE ‘K’ IS SILENT!”
After a number of attempts to get the customer service agent on the phone to understand his name,
my Asian American friend Appappa decided to spell it out.
“A for apple,” he began. “P for pineapple, p for pineapple, a for apple, p for pineapple, p for—”
The flustered agent interrupted.
“I have a better idea,” she said. “Just tell me how many apples and how many pineapples.”
Little Johnny wasn’t a very good at speller.
One day, during a spelling exam, the teacher wrote the word “new” on the blackboard.
“Now,” she asked Johnny, “what word would we have if we placed a “K” in the front?”
After thinking a few seconds, Johnny said, “Canoe?”
Before setting off on a business trip to Tulsa,
I called the hotel where I’d be staying to see if they had a gym.
The hotel receptionist’s sigh had a tinge of exasperation in it when she answered.
“We have over 300 guests at at this facility,” she said. “Does this ‘Jim’ have a last name?”
