My favourite joke about money
July 17th, 2007 by mikeLittle Timmy walks down the wooden tiled hall, past the marble statues of his great aunts and uncles, through the great hall, through the library and into the study, where his grandfather is reading the Financial Times.
“Grandad, how did we become so wealthy?” he asks.
Folding his newspaper, Grandad replied, “Well Timmy, there’s a good story. When I was a little boy, my father gave me an apple for lunch. Rather than eat it for lunch, I spent all day polishing it and when the men came out of the local factory at the end of the day, I sold the apple for 10 pence.”
Grandad continued, “With that 10 pence, I bought two apples, and spent the next day polishing them, making them look as appetising as possible. At the end of day, at the local factory again, I sold both apples for 10 pence each. The next day, my grandmother died and left me all her money.”
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