Once a decade or so the hubster shares a joke that has me a-chucklin’. This week it arrived.
A lady walks to her local fish shop, approaches the counter and says, “I would like a piece of cod.”
The fishmonger smiles and says, “Sorry, madam, but we have no cod.”
The lady wastes no time in reply, “But I want a piece of cod.”
“Madam,” the fishmonger says, “We have no cod.”
This goes back and forth for quite some time until the fishmonger says, “Madam, let me spell cod for you. C O F.”
The lady is quick to reply, “there is no F in cod.”
The fishmonger smiles, “Exactly, Madam. That’s what I’ve been telling you for the last half an hour we have no F-in-Cod.”
Should you have fallen on this blog, it is purely there for me to write for 15 minutes without giving the content too much thought
@Ruth2Day 
Hee hee! Thanks for the smiles. 😀
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Har-har! Thought you were going to say she wanted it delivered, and would pay cash on its arrival!
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