Four Elephants In The Fridge
"Good morning Hardy!"
"Grmph." Alec Hardy couldn't stand cheerful people, especially not this early in the morning. Turning away from his coworker, he poured hot water over the teabag in his cup and then opened the fridge to look for milk.
Ellie Miller, however, was by now used to Hardy's grumpiness and simply continued talking: "During breakfast today Fred told me a new joke he heard in kindergarten. I was so damn happy he'd learned a joke there for once instead of another swearword... anyway, how do you fit an elephant into a fridge?"
"Millah..." Hardy grumbled.
"Easy: open the door, put the elephant in, close the door."
Hardy put the milk back and turned to look at Ellie. "Daisy told me that joke in a different way. Well, might be 'cause she was a bit older than wee Fred at the time and able tae memorise longer jokes."
Ellie looked at her boss in expectation, but Hardy was busy stirring his tea (at least he was using a teaspoon, not the handle of the knife he'd used to cut bread before).
"How did that joke go?" Hardy thought aloud as he finished preparing his tea. "Oh right. How do you fit four elephants into a Mini car? Two in the front and two in the backseat. How d'you know there's an elephant in yer fridge? Footprints in the butter. What about two elephants? More footprints. Three elephants? The fridge door won't close properly anymore. And how do you know there are four elephants in yer fridge? There's a Mini parked next to it."
Ellie blinked a few times. She didn't recall Hardy ever saying so many words at once, and he'd even told a joke! "So you do have a sense of humour! Never thought I'd see the day!"
"Millah!" came Hardy's impatient voice from outside the police station's small kitchen. "We're waitin' tae start a meeting here!"
Ellie rolled her eyes and reached for her own cup of tea. "On my way, Sir."