Part of a conversation with my brother-in-law, an ex-Londoner who works as a carpenter in San Diego.
He: Every time we drive past your mum and dad’s, I always see this store called the Carpenter’s Center or something like that, and I thinks to myself that that’d be a good place to make some business contacts in Riverside, you know? So finally, one day I decide to stop by. I walk in and, being that all my carpenter mates have a good sense of humor, I walk up to the cashier and ask him “Ahoy carpenters! Bet you’d know where a bloke should go if he wanted to get nailed and screwed, eh?”
And the guy looks at me blankly for a minute and then says, “No, I don’t think so. This is a Christian bookstore.”
I mean, really, could I have handled that any worse?
Me: Yeah, you could’ve started with a joke: Jesus walks into an inn, hands the innkeeper 2 nails, and says “Can you put me up for the night?”