A retired officer goes to a shop and asks the young shopkeeper,
“Give me 742 grains of green gram.”
The boy, without speaking a word, quickly weighs 200 grams of green gram and gives it to the customer. Customer asks him, “Are there really 742 grains in this packing?”
Youngster replies, “Of course, you can go home and count. My dad has counted and established that each kilo of green gram comprises of 3710 grains.
Therefore, for 200 grams, it should contain 742 grains.”
Customer gets even more curious and asks the youngster, “What does your dad do?”
Youngster replies: “He is also retired, like you.”
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A retired Army General moves into a new apartment after quitting service. Over the next few weeks, his new neighbors realized that on the weekends he would return to his apartment at 2am very drunk, remove his left boot and slam it on the floor, remove his right boot and slam it on the floor even harder and then go to sleep. Since the force of these thunderous slams was enough to wake up almost everyone around him, and this was a family complex no less, the neighbors decided to go to his house and confront him about this one morning.
“Mr. General Sir, thank you for your service to our country, and we welcome you to our apartment complex.”
“Thank you”
“Sir, we realize that serving the country for so long can really take a toll on someone, and we want you to enjoy your retirement…”
“Okay?”
“But, sir, can you please, kindly, not slam your boots down in the middle of the night once you return home on the weekends? It’s waking us and our kids up.”
“Oh!
I didn’t know that. I am sorry for waking all of you up like that, how stupid of me, it won’t happy again.”
“Thank you so much, sir”
The next weekend the General returns home drunk and sits on his bed. He removes his left boot and slams it on the floor; removes his right boot and- “Wait a minute… this is what they were talking about, isn’t it?” he says to himself in his drunken stupor.
He gently places the right boot next to the left one and goes to bed. An hour or so later the General wakes up to the sounds of the doorbell ringing continuously and heavy knocking on his door. He gets up, waddles over to the door and opens it to find a group of his neighbors standing outside in their nightclothes –
“SIR!
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