This isn't a joke persay, but something my husband actually did in real life...(yes, there's a LOT of these type of 'incidences' in his past)
He strolls in to see a friend of his at the local Fire Dept. and this fellow is eating a honey comb. (the real thing). He asks what he's eating, he's told, he asks for a bite, the friend tells him to swing on it, so he asks him how much he paid for the piece of honeycomb. Gary tells him he bought it for $5. The hubby tells him that, A) he hoped he choked on it and B) he got ripped off because the guy that HE knows sells them for 50 cents a piece and leaves.
A week or so later, there's a message from Gary asking if he can come down to the Fire Hall again because he has something for him. I relay the message and here he comes home with a pocketfull of CASH. I'm talking about 2 or 3 THOUSAND dollars.
I don't ask any questions. (It's just easier that way)
The money was for honey comb orders. Word travels fast in the department. There was two FULL pages of fullscap with names and amounts on them, okay?
WEEKS go by, Brian goes in a few times, each time he walks in, he's SWARMED by guys asking about their PAID FOR honey. Brian responds with a HOLLERED, "HEY! Back off! These things take TIME y'know!" Of course, he's deferrentially apologized to and finally allows himself to be cajoled back to the station even though they were 'mean to him'.
Finally, Brian goes back in. He's swarmed. He WAITS until ALL of them are in the break room before telling them all, "Well, how the should I know how much longer it'll be, the guys only GOT two bees"
What happened to him? Well, he's a lot more 'spry' than he appears! (This was around 15-16 years ago, so he'd have been around 55 or so at the time. With 98% of the guys being under 30) He was able to JUMP the last 10 stairs in the stairwell and make it into the ba
throom in front of the MOB. (To be fair, they're progress was rather hindered by the other half of the guys who were laughing too hard to get up...yes, they SHOULD have known better!).
Then, they lit a bunch of oily rags in front of the door, but Brian outsmarted all of them by pressing his nose against the VENT by standing on one of the toilets. The only flesh colored thing on his face when he made it home were his EYES.
NOW do you know why I don't ask questions? You're right! It IS easier that way!
(and yes, everyone got their money back...)