Taxi Driver

The guy who drove the taxi that took me to the ferry on Friday afternoon was hilarious! We had a pleasant conversation about the weather and I made some kind of sarcastic comment about the wind and how it made me look like Medusa.

He then realized that I did, in fact, have a sense of humor and took that as his cue to start telling jokes. They all had to do with Michael Jackson. I hope I can remember them. He was quite proud of the fact that he made me laugh.

Knock, Knock!
Who's There?
Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson, who?
You're on the jury!


How can you tell if Michael Jackson is having a party at his ranch?
His driveway is full of scooters, skateboards, and bicycles.


What time is bedtime at Neverland?
When the big hand touches the little hand.


Michael Jackson's lawyer was discussing his case with a colleague. He said he wanted to put Michael on the stand to testify in his own behalf. His colleague asked him why he would do such a thing. The lawyer said, "I know. I don't normally let my defendants take the stand. Especially in a high profile case such as this. But this is Michael Jackson. What can happen? If nothing else, maybe his nose will grow back!"


By the time we reached the ferry terminal, I was laughing so hard at him, I jumped out and left my ticket on the seat. I lucked out, though, and the guy in charge of collecting tickets believed my story and let me board without buying a new ticket.