A University of Georgia student was visiting a Yankee relative in Boston over the holidays.
He went to a large party and met a pretty co-ed. He was attempting to start up a conversation with the line, “Where does you go to school?”
The coed, of course, was not overly impressed with his grammar or southern drawl, but did answer his question. “Yale,” she replied.
The Georgia student took a big, deep breath and shouted, “WHERE DOES YOU GO TO SCHOOL?”
The new family in the neighborhood overslept and their six-year-old daughter missed her school bus.
The father, though late for work, agreed to drive her if she’d direct him to the school.
They rode several blocks before she told him to turn the first time, several more before she indicated another turn.
This went on for 20 minutes, but when they finally reached the school, it proved to be only a short distance from their home.
The father asked his daughter why she’d led him over such a circuitous route.
The child explained, “That’s the way the school bus goes, and it’s the only way I know.”