Why I don’t need Google

The pager

A mother took her five-year-old son with her to the bank one busy lunchtime. They ended up in the queue behind a very large woman wearing a business suit complete with pager.

After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the little boy said loudly, “Wow, she’s fat!”

The mother embarrassed, bent down and whispered in the little boy’s ear to be quiet.

A few more minutes passed by and the little boy stretched his arms out as far as they would go and announced; “I’ll bet her bum is this wide!”

The fat woman turned around and glared at the little boy.

The mother now quite mortified, gave him a good telling off, and told him to be quiet. After a brief lull, the large woman reached the front of the queue. Just then her pager began to emit a ‘beep, beep, beep’.

The little boy yelled out, “Run for your life, she’s reversing!”

Why I don’t need Google