jane helps out

Jane was walking past an old man on a street corner, when he said, "Miss, if it is not too much trouble, can you see me across the street?"

Jane said, "Just a minute." She walked across the street, looked back and yelled, "Yes, I can see you!"

jane goes to the doctor

Not long after the sheep incident, Jane went to the doctor's office to complain that her body hurt wherever she touched it.

"Impossible," said the doctor. "Show me."

So Jane took her finger and pushed her elbow, and screamed in agony. She pushed her knee and screamed, pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream.

The doctor said, "You have a broken finger."

jane dyes her hair

One day after dyeing her hair brown to avoid hearing blonde jokes, Jane was driving a pickup along a country road when she came upon a large flock of sheep blocking the way. She came to a stop and got out to survey the situation. She realized that there was no way around or through and was wondering what to do when the shepherd came into view.

As a way of being friendly and also passing the time, she remarked to the shepherd that he had a rather large flock of sheep. "Yep, sure is, replied the shepherd."

Then she asked the shepherd, "If I can guess how many sheep you have, may I have one of them?"

The shepherd, figuring that there was no way in the world she could guess, replied, "Sure. Have at it."

"Five hundred ninety-three," she quickly responded.

The shepherd, totally dumbfounded, said, "Ma'am, I don't know how you did it, but you're right. Choose your sheep and I'll help you load it into your truck."

After her choice was loaded into the truck and safely secured, the shepherd asked Jane, "Lady, if I guess the true color of your hair, can I have my dog back?"

jane looks for a new job

Jane was a hard-working reporter with long blond hair. She had made a name for herself with her hard-hitting stories, but she was getting tired of hearing jokes about how dumb blondes were. So one day she decided to show her co-workers how smart she was by getting a better-paying job elsewhere. When she got home that night, she e-mailed more than a dozen cover letters to prospective employers, taking care to attach her resume as a Word file.

A week went by and no one contacted her. After the second week, she was starting to get worried, but at the start of the third week, she received an e-mail from the human resources director at an area magazine.

"I just wanted to let you know that I received your cover letter," the H.R. director wrote. "I tried the recipe for roast chicken that you attached, and thought it was delicious. Do you have any other recipes you can send?"