Bootle Benefits Office

by Guest Wed Feb 09 2011, 17:29

A woman walks into the Bootle Benefits Office, trailed by 15 kids...

"WOW", the Social Worker exclaims, "Are they ALL yours?".

"Yeah they are all mine", the flustered mother sighs, having heardthat question a thousand times before. She says, "Sit down Terry". Allthe children rush to find seats.

"Well,"says the Social Worker, "then you must be here to sign on. I'llneed all your childrens names.

"This one's my eldest - he is Terry".

"Ok, and who's next".

"Well, this one he is Terry, also".

The Social Worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, throughthe oldest four, all boys, all named Terry. Then she introduces theeldest girl, named Terri. "all right", says the caseworker. "I'mseeing a pattern here. Are all the girls named Terri"?.

The Mother replied, "Well, yes-it makes it easier. "When its time toget them out of bed and ready for school, I just yell Terry! and theyall come runnin. And if I need to stop the kid who's running into thestreet, I just yell Terry stop, and all of them stop in their tracks,Its the smartest idea I ever had calling them all Terry."

The Social Worker thinks this over for a few seconds, then wrinklesher forehead and says tentatively, "But what if you just want ONE kidto come, not the whole bunch". "I call them by their surnames".