Our manager at the restaurant where I worked was a much beloved, jovial man. But there was one subject you didn't dare discuss in front of him -- his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it. One day, he stormed through the door and announced angrily, "Someone just picked my pocket!" Most of my fellow waitresses and I were speechless, except for the one who blurted out, "How could anyone stoop so low?"

我们的餐厅经理是一位深受大家爱戴，和蔼而又快乐的人。但在他面前有一件事不能提－－他的身高。或者，我应该说，他是有点矮！一天，经理怒气冲冲地撞门而入，高声说，

“有人拿了我的钱包！”

我和其她大部女招待都没敢吱声，但有人却蹦出一句话：

“哪有人能弯腰弯那么低的啊”！

Tom: My grand God, what does a millennium mean to you?

God: It only means a minute.

Tom: My omnipotent god, what do 10,000 golden coins mean to you?

God: Just a small coin.

Tom: My humane god, please give me a small coin.

God: Ok, poor man, please wait a minute.

汤姆：我伟大的上帝，一千年对你来说，意味着什么？

上帝：它只意味着一分钟。

汤姆：我万能的上帝，一万枚金币对你来说，意味着什么？

上帝：它只意味着一枚小硬币。

汤姆：我仁慈的上帝，那就请给我一枚小硬币吧！

上帝：好吧，可怜的人，请等一分钟吧。