Grandma vs the Oxfam collector
My Grandma is a rather typical gran: loves baking, knitting, gardening, reminiscing about the war, doting on grandchildren oh, and casual hatred towards immigrants/'moslems'
One fateful day a young man from Oxfam knocks on her door asking Grandma for regular donations. "Mmm" says my Grandma "All right, but is it going to any of them Moslems? I don't want my money going to any of them Moslems" Isn't she lovely? The Oxfam man tries to pursuade her but he can see he's not going to win, so he leaves and tries next door.
Grandma shuts the door, then moments later when she wants to go out into the garden, realises she's locked herself in. There is a key, but it only opens the door from the outside for some reason. She contemplates the kitchen window, not suitable, so she opens the front window and looks for someone who can help
No-one around
Then she spies Oxfam man: "I say"
"I say, you, come back here. I'm locked in, I need you to come and let me out!"
Oxfam man sensed an opportunity and came back over, the key was passed through the window to Oxfam man and Grandma was let out. Once on the doorstep Grandma thanked Oxfam man for his assistance:
"But your still not getting any money for them moslems!" *slam*
( Peapod Has returned to the fold on, Sun 5 Jun 2011, 13:10, Reply)