As vacation season unfolds, many people turn their thoughts toward the beach. Thus, I thought I would share a quick story today relating to the Sunshine State.
It seems that a man and his wife were driving their recreational vehicle across the country, and were nearing a town in Florida spelled Kissimmee. They noted the strange spelling and tried to figure how to pronounce it. They also grew more and more perplexed as they drove nearer to the town.
As they were both hungry and a little edgy from already having driven so far, in short order, an argument erupted over just how to pronounce this unfamiliar place. The husband insisted that it was pronounced “KISS-a-me”; but the wife was equally insistent that it was “kiss-a-ME”.
Since they were hungry, this only added to their irritability. So, the man whipped the recreational vehicle off the expressway at the very next exit, and then pulled into the first available place he could find in order to get something to eat.
Once inside, though, still fuming over the disagreement and determined to prove his point, the man said to the waitress at the counter: "My wife and I have a disagreement and I hope you can settle the issue. We can't seem to be able to figure out how to pronounce the name of this place. Will you please tell me where we are and say it very slowly so that both of us can understand?"
The waitress looked at him, somewhat puzzled, and then said slowly, "Buuurrrgerrr Kiiiinnnng."
SOURCE: I first heard this classic joke when it was told by Dr. David McAlpin from the pulpit back in the 1980’s. It occurs widely in differing forms and on various sites on the internet. Cf. http://www.eturbonews.com/27411/where-place.
It seems that a man and his wife were driving their recreational vehicle across the country, and were nearing a town in Florida spelled Kissimmee. They noted the strange spelling and tried to figure how to pronounce it. They also grew more and more perplexed as they drove nearer to the town.
As they were both hungry and a little edgy from already having driven so far, in short order, an argument erupted over just how to pronounce this unfamiliar place. The husband insisted that it was pronounced “KISS-a-me”; but the wife was equally insistent that it was “kiss-a-ME”.
Since they were hungry, this only added to their irritability. So, the man whipped the recreational vehicle off the expressway at the very next exit, and then pulled into the first available place he could find in order to get something to eat.
Once inside, though, still fuming over the disagreement and determined to prove his point, the man said to the waitress at the counter: "My wife and I have a disagreement and I hope you can settle the issue. We can't seem to be able to figure out how to pronounce the name of this place. Will you please tell me where we are and say it very slowly so that both of us can understand?"
The waitress looked at him, somewhat puzzled, and then said slowly, "Buuurrrgerrr Kiiiinnnng."
SOURCE: I first heard this classic joke when it was told by Dr. David McAlpin from the pulpit back in the 1980’s. It occurs widely in differing forms and on various sites on the internet. Cf. http://www.eturbonews.com/27411/where-place.