Rockin’ the 902: One last joke
Posted: October 16, 2012 Filed under: Rockin' the 902, Shenanigans and monkeyshines | Tags: Atlantic Canada, jokes Leave a comment
A US couple was vacationing in Nova Scotia. One day while driving they saw a highway sign for the town of Tatamagouche.
“Oh look,” said the husband. “There’s Tatta-mah-gush. We should stop in there.”
“Honey,” replied the wife, “that’s not the way they pronounce it. It’s Tah-ta-ma-Goosh.”
“No, sweetheart,” said the husband. “I heard the TV announcer pronounce it Tatta-mah-gush.”
“Then he was wrong, dear,” the wife shot back. “The hotel clerk said Tah-ta-ma-Goosh.”
As they sped toward the exit they loudly argued back and forth, both sure they were right, even as they pulled into the town and walked through the door of a local restaurant.
As they stood at the counter the husband asked the server, “Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are…very slowly?”
The server leaned over the counter, stared intently at the couple, and said:
“Buurrrr….gerrrr….Kiiiingggg.”
Name-Brand Ketchup. 