The teacher, Mrs Freud, didn’t think much of the new boy in her class. His name was Freddie. He was tall, skinny, and would spend most of his free time looking at an atlas. He didn’t go outside to play as did all the other boys in the class.
Mrs Freud encouraged Freddie to go outside and get some exercise but he didn’t. He just looked at the atlas. And then Mrs Freud insisted, so he left the atlas open on the Uzbekistan page and went grudgingly outside.
Years later Freddie was older and had one question left to answer in a television quiz show in order to win twenty million dollars.
“What is the capital of Turkmenistan?”
“Tashkent,” said Freddie.
“No,” said the compere, “the answer is Ashgabat.”
“That is the capital of Uzbekistan, not Turkmenistan,” said Freddie.
Freddie was the one with the wires crossed. If he hadn’t been sent outside to play by Mrs Freud he would have won the twenty million. However, he’s not going to make a fuss about it because he’s married to Mrs Freud’s daughter and his six kids adore their grandmother.
In your hands…this one could have got ugly quick. I thought Freddie was going to ship Mrs. Freud to Uzbekistan piece by piece.
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Thank you for the suggestion – but I usually like to end my stories nicely.
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Oh yes…that is right. What was I thinking?
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All’s well that ends well, I suppose.
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That would make a great name for a play!
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It might at that…
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“All’s well that ends well, I suppose.” I was thinking of “I Suppose” as being a good name for a play.
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Wow. I reckon it might at that.
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Just as I had begun harbouring black, murderous thoughts, you deflated the canoe.
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Deflating the canoe is called old age.
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Doesn’t that make it clearer to me!
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My pleasure!
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Again, first chuckle today instigated from your blog. It’s a sight for sore eyes, let me tell ya!
I reckon an adored grandmother is worth more than 20 million dollars. Just my 2 cents. Umm what lol
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Ha!
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I just shared it with Connie and she loved it too. She said you have an amazing imagination. How your best hasn’t already been published is anyone’s guess.
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Work and Income today wanted verification of my pay for the last 12 months! I handed up a blank piece of paper. They were not amused, but how do you prove something you don’t have! This comment has come about because of your publishing suggestion!
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I’m sorry to read that about Work and Income. I imagine they are equivalent to our ATO – tax system in Australia?
The problem is a lot of your stories aren’t politically correct in this era and your sort of humour could damage the younger and more insensitive. That’s the shitty era we are all accustomed living, which no doubt you’re fully aware of. lol
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Yes – thanks Matthew – I’d use the F word if you weren’t so F**king refined. AND Patti Smith is still my favourite rendition of O holy night!
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Where does the President of Afghanistan flee with a helicopter full of cash when a rival faction is taking over the government?
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Hope fully not over here – but I wouldn’t be surprised given the Prime Minister we have…
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It’s all those “-stans.” They are confusing. And my son says he will never visit any of them again.
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I had an Uncle Stan – he’s gone so I won’t be visiting him either!
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