Santa: I am in big trouble!
Banta: What happened?
Santa: I saw a rat in my house!
Banta: Oh, well, all you need to do is use a trap.
Santa: I don’t have one.
Banta: Well then, buy one.
Santa: I can’t afford one.
Banta: I can give you mine if you want.
Santa: That sounds good.
Banta: All you need to do is just use some cheese in order to make the rat come to the trap.
Santa: I don’t have any cheese.
Banta: Okay then, take a piece of bread and put a bit of oil in it and put it in the trap.
Santa: I don’t have oil.
Banta: Well, then put only a small piece of bread.
Santa: I don’t have bread.
Banta: Then what the hell is the rat doing in your house?
Santa applied for the job of night security guard at the factory.
The boss looked him over carefully.
“The sort of person we need for this job,” said the boss finally, “is tough fearless, aggressive, suspicious, distrustful, always on the lookout for trouble and constantly ready to flare into violence. Quite frankly, you don’t seem to fit the bill.
“Oh. that is all right,” explained Santa. “I HAVE ONLY COME TO APPLY FOR THE JOB ON BEHALF OF MY WIFE.”