Phil worked for the Post Office. It was his job to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.

One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address or postcode. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:


Dear God,

I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.

Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had 100 pounds in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is my birthday, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope.

Please help me.

Sincerely, Edna.


Phil was touched. He showed the letter to all of his colleagues and each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few quid. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 pounds. They put into an envelope and sent to the woman.

For the rest of the day, they all felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

A few days later, another letter came addressed to God and in the same hand. Phil called all his colleagues, and they gathered around while the letter was opened.

It read:

Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.

By the way, there was 4 pounds missing. I think it might have been those thieving bastards at the post office.

Sincerely,
Edna.

Very good

Cowboy walks into a German garage. He walks up to reception and says "Audi"

Right that's the tenth time I've heard that in 2 days.