If I Murder My Wife, Can I Marry You?
Climbing the stairs up to the subway station with my heavy busking gear, I noticed a guy wearing an MTA shirt who was also walking up the stairs.
“Excuse me…” I said to him.
MTA guy: “I’m sorry, I can’t help you (motioning to my busking cart) – MTA rules – we can’t touch anything”.
Stunned, I continued to drag my busking cart up the stairs. When I finally reached the token booth area, the MTA guy was inside the token booth. He noticed me and said: “I’m sorry”. Then he motioned to me to just go through the gate, without paying.
As far as I was concerned – we were even
On the train three acapella singers got on and sang ‘Pretty Little girl’. One of them recognized me and as they passed by my seat he shook my hand.
I made it to the Staten Island ferry boat in the nick of time – I was the last person through before they closed the doors. It was the old ferry boat named John F. Kennedy. It had old wooden seats and windows that open face-hight.
A cop approached me.
Saw Lady: “Do you want to see my permit?”
Cop: “No, not at all. I knew I married the wrong girl! If I murder my wife, can I marry you?”
Saw Lady: “I have a better idea – have your wife learn to play the musical saw!”
A guy told me that my last name means ‘hair’ in Rumanian…
A guy was cleaning the two aquariums through their roof. It took him a whole hour to clean each one of them.
I took the Andrew J. Barberi ferry boat back to Manhattan. It’s a modern boat with deck seating!