Thanks to Holly Bray for sending me this little gem of a story verified true and as Yankee as can be. I’m going to be telling story for the rest of my days. Talk about economy!
Holly wrote:
My cousin's husband, Greg—a third generation commercial fisherman—came up to Augusta from Phippsburg, Maine for Christmas dinner. Greg has a beard, ruddy cheeks, strong callused hands, and an even stronger Down East drawl, with a no-nonsense, straight-faced delivery.
My mom says: Greg, I saw in the paper that someone in your family had a boat that sunk?
Greg: Ah, yup.
Mom: Whose boat was it?
Greg: Mine.
Mom: What happened?
Greg: Filled with water.
(Silence)
Mom: What are you going to do?
Greg: Pump it out.
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