Don't thank me; thank the Pope I'm here.
My late mother-in-law had a saying that she
used continuously when people thanked her for anything. She would say, “Don’t thank me. Thank the pope I am here”.
My
late father-in-law was an Anglican Vicar.
They had a house-helper by the name
of Rosie.
My husband (at the time) and I were invited
to dinner because the Bishop was coming to dinner and it was going to be a very
auspicious and dignified meal. Those
days, I was a very quiet and shy person so no one was worried that I would say
the wrong thing.
Almost at the end of the meal, my
father-in-law asked Rosie to please bring the jam as he always ended his meal
with a half a slice of bread and jam.
Rosie duly went to the kitchen to bring back
the jam.
“Thank you Rosie”, he said.
“Don’t thank me. Thank my poepol I’m here”, she said.
Needless to say, my father and mother-in-law
were mortified, my husband just opened his eyes in shock, and the Bishop
pretended he had not heard.
I, of course, could not stop laughing. I had to excuse myself as the tears ran down
my cheeks, holding onto my crotch to stop myself from pissing in my pants with
laughter, while I left the dining room.
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