After the story about Jozo/Joseph here is an another one but much shorter.
Some of you have might heard of Ivica Putnik,a Croatian Pool Player.:smile::
So,Putnik in Croatian means Commercial Traveller.
Anyway,Putnik and me are friends and we used to travel a lot around and play just about everywhere where there was a game or a tournament.
Back then,my parents weren't so happy with me since they wished me to pass all exams that left me and to finish my college/faculty.
I started well on my college and then I took a break for pool.I practiced for 10 to 13 hours daily back then and really traveled a lot and my college degree wasn't really primary for me.
Parents as parents were mad at me and as parents were thinking that my friends weren't as good as his son's friends should be.Actually,my father appreciated only friends who went in Grammar school with me and he as he is,has never been capable of remembering names of my newer friends but only those from Grammar school.
So,one day somebody was ringing a bell at the door.We were living in an appartment in downtown.
My father came at the door and asked: Who is it ???
The guy said: It's me Ivica Putnik
My father said: Thank you,we don't need anything
Since Putnik means traveller my father thought that guy who was ringing is a commercial traveller and that he was selling something.
It was so funny:smile::smile::smile:
Well,Putnik rang once again and my father said: I told you,we need nothing!
Then Putnik said: It's Ivica, your son's friend:wink::wink::wink:
Then father finally let him in.
Some of you have might heard of Ivica Putnik,a Croatian Pool Player.:smile::
So,Putnik in Croatian means Commercial Traveller.
Anyway,Putnik and me are friends and we used to travel a lot around and play just about everywhere where there was a game or a tournament.
Back then,my parents weren't so happy with me since they wished me to pass all exams that left me and to finish my college/faculty.
I started well on my college and then I took a break for pool.I practiced for 10 to 13 hours daily back then and really traveled a lot and my college degree wasn't really primary for me.
Parents as parents were mad at me and as parents were thinking that my friends weren't as good as his son's friends should be.Actually,my father appreciated only friends who went in Grammar school with me and he as he is,has never been capable of remembering names of my newer friends but only those from Grammar school.
So,one day somebody was ringing a bell at the door.We were living in an appartment in downtown.
My father came at the door and asked: Who is it ???
The guy said: It's me Ivica Putnik
My father said: Thank you,we don't need anything
Since Putnik means traveller my father thought that guy who was ringing is a commercial traveller and that he was selling something.
It was so funny:smile::smile::smile:
Well,Putnik rang once again and my father said: I told you,we need nothing!
Then Putnik said: It's Ivica, your son's friend:wink::wink::wink:
Then father finally let him in.
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