Once Mark Twain was sitting at a dinner party with a
well-known pianist. He said to him: It will interest you as a
pianist that my life was once saved by a piano when I was a boy. We
had a terrible flood in my home town. The water even reached
the upper storey where I was with my father. Without hesitation my father
sat on a big chest of drawers, and floating down the river
reached safely the bank." "Well, and you?" asked the pianist.
"I accompanied him on the piano."
A Londoner who was
going to the West of England for a holiday, arrived by train at a town, and found that it was pouring. He called a porter to carry
his bags to a taxi on the way out of the station, partly to make
conversation and partly to get a local opinion on prospects of weather for his holiday, he asked the porter: "How long has it
been raining like this?" "I don't know. Sir, I've only been here for fifteen years," was the reply.