Well, I admit it sounds like one helluva' day Bert. Talkig to the railroad about losing your kippers probably made the day for them too....especially in Memphis. Y'all don't even speak the same language!

Bert:"Me kippers are missing."
RR Guy:"Who's Kippers?"
Bert:"MY kippers"
RR Guy:"Yeah, but who is she?"
Bert:"Are ya' daft? Kipper! A cold fish."
RR Guy:"That's your problem buddy. My wife ain't too hot either."
Bert:"Bloody hell!"
RR Guy:"That time of month huh?"
Bert:"What? No, no......My box of frozen fish are missing."
RR Guy:"What's that got to do with your wife?"
Bert:"Nothing. Well she does like them......"
RR Guy:"Maybe she has them, ya' know?"
Bert:"Who?"
RR Guy:"Your wife....Kippers...She may have them."
Bert:"My wife isn't named Kippers. My fish are called kippers!"
RR Guy:"Then what's your wife's name?"

and so on................

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