I was recently taking a cab in Boston and the driver was wicked chatty. Just before he dropped me off, he said "Uncle Sam is not my uncle. You know that, right?"
"I guess," I said warily.
"Well, I mean, he doesn't come to my birthday party," he replied.
Sadly, I had arrived at my stop and could not find out what the hell he was talking about.
Happy 4th of July!
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2 comments:
Hey, Uncle Sam isn't my uncle, either!
Come to think of it, I never got a birthday card from Uncle Sam. Maybe he isn't my uncle either.
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