My sister calls me up,
“A heavily pregnant woman walks into a pizza store,” she starts.
“Ok,” I reply, warming up to the jokes opening line.
“She places her order, and then asks the guy behind the counter ‘can you deliver me?’”
I burst out laughing. Hysterical, I think. A new level of misplaced modifiers!
And then my sister upped the ante.
“It’s a true story.”
“What?!” I spurt, “Who told it to you?” I thought she’d then tell me one of those endless chains of friend’s sister’s cousin’s aunt’s dog, five years ago, but no, this was only second hand news.
“Ta!” she tells me proudly.
“No way! – Let me talk to him!”
A few moments later, I move up the chain, and hear it from the observer. And now I am passing this gem onto you, guard it with your life.
This is not an urban legend, or a good joke, this is a True Story.