Many thanks to Diana, one of my fellow bookworms, for lending me her joke book during our monthly book club meeting held this afternoon. But I’m not going to discuss Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite-Runner with you as I’ve I have already moved on to the joke book (much more humourous!). This one tickled my fancy…

Cutting the Ice

A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear and goes walking around until he finds a nice big patch of ice. He heads into the centre of the ice and begins to saw a hole.

All of a sudden, a booming voice comes out of the sky.

“You will find no fish under that ice.”

The drunk looks around but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once more, the voice speaks:

“As I said before, there are no fish under the ice.”

The drunk looks all around, high and low, but can’t see a single soul. He picks up the saw again and tries one more time to finish. Before he can even start cutting, the loud voice calls out again:

“I have warned you three times now. There are NO fish!”

The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he looks upwards and asks the voice:

“How do you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?”

“No,” the voice replies.

“Who are you then?” asks the drunkard, now really scared.

“I am the Manager of this ice rink.”